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 OME one is always sitting there,
 * In the little green orchard;
 * Even when the sun is high
 * In noon's unclouded sky,
 * And faintly droning goes
 * The bee from rose to rose.

Some one in shadow is sitting there.
 * In the little green orchard.

Yes, and when twilight is falling softly
 * In the little green orchard;
 * When the grey dew distils
 * And every flower-cup fills;
 * When the last blackbird says,
 * "What — what!" and goes her way — s-sh!

I have heard voices calling softly
 * In the little green orchard.

Not that I am afraid of being there,
 * In the little green orciiard;
 * Why, when the moon's been bright,
 * Shedding her lonesome light,
 * And moths like ghosties come,