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