I long for those lost, happy hours
Of life's bright spring so fair;
Its smiling sunshine, budding flowers
And notes of music rare.
In longing sometimes now it seems
I see them as before,
In vain chimeras, hopes and dreams,
I see them all once more.
When life was all a summer day,
And free as blew the wind,
I had no cares to cross my play,
No troubles vexed my mind.
Within the quiet of my home,
By kindest parents blest,
To fold my arms when night had come
And lie in peaceful rest.
