Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Ned Rorem
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
Full and fair ones; come and buy
If it be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow
Cherry-ripe was written by Ned Rorem & Robert Herrick.