When the voices of children are heard on the green And whisperings are in the dale The days of my youth are fresh in my mind My face turns green and pale Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down The dews of the night arise Your spring and your day are wasted in play
And your winter and night in disguise Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down The dews of the night arise Your spring and your day are wasted in play And your winter and night in disguise