White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- The Caterpillar
- Three Little Children
- The Summer Nights Are Short
- The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk
- When A Mounting Skylark Sings