Pretty Little Nuns.
Pretty little nuns in their purple hoods.Lift their little faces fair.In the lonely corners of the quiet woods;And make a little chapel there.And pretty little nuns in their purple hoods,Meet in little clusters, whereThey listen to the music of the grand old woodsAnd reverently kneel in prayer.
Pretty little nuns in their purple hoods.Lift their little faces fair.In the lonely corners of the quiet woods;And make a little chapel there.And pretty little nuns in their purple hoods,Meet in little clusters, whereThey listen to the music of the grand old woodsAnd reverently kneel in prayer.
Pretty little nuns in their purple hoods.Lift their little faces fair.In the lonely corners of the quiet woods;And make a little chapel there.
Pretty little nuns in their purple hoods.
Lift their little faces fair.
In the lonely corners of the quiet woods;
And make a little chapel there.
And pretty little nuns in their purple hoods,Meet in little clusters, whereThey listen to the music of the grand old woodsAnd reverently kneel in prayer.
And pretty little nuns in their purple hoods,
Meet in little clusters, where
They listen to the music of the grand old woods
And reverently kneel in prayer.