Thumbelina

In wintertime the birds that sing

Fly to the sun or fall to freeze

Fair you well, my pretty girl

Now I must leave and fly up to the sun

Thumbelina, Persephone is calling 

Will I live through winter?

Fair you well, my pretty girl

Now I must leave and fly up to the sun

Chorus:

Lay Low my sad Thumbelina

Stay away from that suitor underground

Come rescue me, Thumbelina

Look how hard and far I’ve fallen

Unbeknownst in the summertime

It was I who sang so sweetly to you

The cold and dark now leaves me under

With your warmth I may get strong again

Chorus:

Lay Low my sad Thumbelina

Stay away from that suitor underground

Come rescue me, Thumbelina

Look how hard and far I’ve fallen

Remember when the splendor of the light

Had shined so proudly on us?

Wrap a withered leaf about you

The flight I take may save us in the end

Chorus:

Lay Low my sad Thumbelina

Stay away from that suitor underground

Come rescue me, Thumbelina

Look how hard and far I’ve fallen

We’ll all suffer below

I have to fly higher

We’ll all suffer below

Now go pick your flower

I must leave and fly up to the sun