LYRICS GAME

I saw her by a laurel, she was tending her white sheep

When I asked where her fresh skin came from she told me

It's from rolling in the dew that makes shepherd girls pretty

But when I said that with her I'd like to roll there too

She told me

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill

To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses

I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could

I waited, waited, she never came

Zaï zaï zaï

At the village fair one day I sighed to her

That I'd like to be an apple hanging from an apple tree

And that every time she walks by she'd come bite into me

But she walked by while showing me her pretty teeth

She told me

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill

To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses

I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could

I waited, waited, she never came

Zaï zaï zaï

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill

To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses

I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could

I waited, waited, she never came

Zaï zaï zaï