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