Rainbows (Custance)/To a Playfellow

by Olive Custance

To a Playfellow

 

I sing to youA song of Spring,For Youth and Spring go well together,A song of soft and sunny weather,A song of birds upon the wing,A song of green against the blue,This is the wayward song I singTo you.

I sing to youA song of Hope,For surely Hope is Youth's first lover,And all his rainbows arch above her, And all his dreams a shining ropeOf sun and mist, of light and dew,Are wound about her willing feet,And all his ways are wild and sweet.I sing a song of HopeTo you.

A song of LoveI sing to you,For Youth and Love are comrades ever,Oh, laughing comrades hard to sever!And when you too bright Love pursue,Be sure he will not miss the chanceOf leading you a merry danceWith snares beneath and stars above.I sing to youA song of Love!