Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
Full and fair ones; come and buy;
If so be, you ask me where
They do grow? I answer there,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle.
wisselendtij
eb & vloed
Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
Full and fair ones; come and buy;
If so be, you ask me where
They do grow? I answer there,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle.
Ik heb niet zoveel met dichten, maar je foto deed met aan een kersvers denken. :-)