[It had been a while since she had sung here. Since Rue left, really. She just hadn't really seen the need. Hadn't quite had the same desire.
But the girl was helping her, for no real reason other than that she wanted to. It was, maybe, the least she could do in return.]
Okay.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your eyes And when they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.
[Her voice is quiet at first, a little rusty. But as she continues to sing, it grows stronger. The kind of voice that, if someone asked Peeta, could make the birds fall quiet.]
action;
But the girl was helping her, for no real reason other than that she wanted to. It was, maybe, the least she could do in return.]
Okay.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
[Her voice is quiet at first, a little rusty. But as she continues to sing, it grows stronger. The kind of voice that, if someone asked Peeta, could make the birds fall quiet.]