Sing a merry, happy lay,
Bright as Summer’s golden day,
When the hours fly swift away,
Oh! sing of these to me!
Sing of birds, and bees, and flowers.
Sing of Flora’s lovely bowers,
Sing of early childhood’s hours.
Oh! sing of these to me!
Sing the songs that touch the heart,
Causing tears of joy to start, –
Sing of friends that never part.
Oh! sing of these to me!
Wooing like the gentle dove.
Sing of happiness and love,
Sing of brighter joys above
Oh! sing of these to me!
Sing of these, and I shall sing,
As if borne on angel’s wing
To the presence of the King,
There evermore to be!
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