SUMMER DAYS.
Like emerald lakes the meadows lie, And daisies dot the main;The sunbeams from the deep blue sky Drop down in golden rain,And gild the lily's silver bell, And coax buds apart,But I miss the sunshine of my youth, The summer of my heart.
The wild birds sing the same glad song They sang in days of yore;The laughing rivulet glides along, Low whispering to the shore,And its mystic water turns to gold The sunbeam's quivering dart,But I miss the sunshine of my youth, The summer of my heart.
The south wind murmurs tenderly To the complaining leaves;The Flower Queen gorgeous tapestry Of rose and purple weaves.
