When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And every thing else is still.
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Come come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.
No no let us play, for it is yet day
And we cannot go to sleep
Besides in the sky, the little birds fly
And all hills are covered with sheep.
Well well go & play till the lights fade away
And then go home to bed
The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd
And all the hills ecchoed.
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And whisperings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Your spring & your day are wasted in play
And your winter and night in disguise.
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And every thing else is still.
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Come come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.
No no let us play, for it is yet day
And we cannot go to sleep
Besides in the sky, the little birds fly
And all hills are covered with sheep.
Well well go & play till the lights fade away
And then go home to bed
The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd
And all the hills ecchoed.
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And whisperings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Your spring & your day are wasted in play
And your winter and night in disguise.
