Fatal Flower Garden Paroles

Again so high
Then again so low
Till it fell into a flower garden
Where's no one allowed to go
When a tipsy gipsy lady
Dressed in yellow and green
Says come here come here
My pretty little boy
And get your ball again
No I won't come in
Without my playmates all
I'm gonna get my father and tell him about it
And then the tears shall fall
First she offered an apple sweet
Then a tangerine
Then she offered a diamond
That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
She took him by the lilly-white hand and let him through the hall
She took him to an upper room
Where no one could hear him call Tell him that I am dead
Bury the bible at my head
The testament at my feet
If my dear mother should call for me
Tell her that I'm asleep