When life is young | ||
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SUNNY DAYS
Did you ever go on sunny daysThe pretty flowers to pull,
And, kneeling in the meadow,
Fill your little apron full?
Did you ever see the daisies shine,
And hear the robins start,
Till you sometimes found it hard to tell
The flowers and song apart?
Did you ever see a butterfly
Upon the blossoms sway,
And leave it free to rest unharmed,
Or go its fluttering way?
And did you ever feel the breeze
Steal lightly to your cheek,
As if it loved you very much
And had a word to speak?
Well, if you have known all these things
So beautiful and wild,
I'm sure the birds and flowers and breeze
Have known a happy child.
When life is young | ||