The hare ran fast through Blueberry Wood br Quick as a river flowing br The sun was warm and the land was good br Now was the time for growing br br The hare thumped hardy heels on the ground br The mad March wind was blowing br The flame of sex burned in his blood br Now was the time for sowing br br Autumn set the leaves to the torch br Her fruits to the Fall bestowing br The hare ran wet on the stibble park br Now was the time for mowing br br Winter came to Blueberry Wood br In the cold the ravens crowing br The frosted hare lay softly down br All of the world was snowingbr br sheena blackhallbr br