Two little girls in the hay barn,
Running the highest beam;
Two little girls on an old log,
Crossing the swollen stream.
Running the highest beam;
Two little girls on an old log,
Crossing the swollen stream.
Two little rogues are missing,
Gone from their haunts away;
Search each nook and corner
Where they loved to play.
Gone from their haunts away;
Search each nook and corner
Where they loved to play.
Deep in the forest shadows
Where spring blossoms blow;
Under the giant chestnut,
Down where the berries grow.
Where spring blossoms blow;
Under the giant chestnut,
Down where the berries grow.
But you'll never find them,
All your efforts vain;
Nor would we recall them
The path to try again.
All your efforts vain;
Nor would we recall them
The path to try again.
Oh, blessed, blessed childhood,
When life seemed pure and true;
Sweet, loving, trusting childhood
For evermore, adieu.
When life seemed pure and true;
Sweet, loving, trusting childhood
For evermore, adieu.
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