When the voices of children
are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
and everything else is still.
Come home, my children,
the sun is gone now
and the dews of night arise.
Come, come, leave all play,
and let us away,
Till morning appears in the sky.
No, no, let us play,
for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep.
Besides, the sky, the little birds fly,
and the hills are all covered with trees.
Well, well, go and play,
till the light fades away,
and then go home to bed.
The little ones weep and
shouted and clapped
And all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
An d all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
And all the hills echoed with
And all will sack away
An d all will sack away
And all will sank away
And all will sank away
And all will sank away
An d all will sank away
And all will sank away
And all will sank away
And will say, go ahead
And all will say, go ahead
And all will say, go ahead
And all will say, go ahead
And all will say, go ahead
And all will say, go ahead
An d all will thank the Lamb
And all will thank the Lamb
And all will thank the Lamb
And all will thank the Lamb
An d all will thank the Lamb
And all will thank the Lamb
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