The hedgerows

 The cattle are lowing

And the sun has hardly rose

Well the cattle are lowing

And the sun has hardly rose

But I'm still loving my baby

And in my heart my love grows

Well if you're looking for a filling

Well I know where to go

Go outside of the city

And look inside the hedge rows

I've got two hands for making

The good and the bad side shows

I've got two hands for making

The good and bad side shows

But you want a filling

Then go down to the hedgerows