 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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A CHILD'S SONG
The little white clouds are playing to-day,
Playing to-day, playing to-day;
They call to the flowers, Come out and play,
Come out and play!
Playing to-day, playing to-day;
They call to the flowers, Come out and play,
Come out and play!
Come out and play, for the sun is rolled,
Sun is rolled, sun is rolled,
Thro' meadows of blue, like a ball of gold,
A ball of gold.
Sun is rolled, sun is rolled,
Thro' meadows of blue, like a ball of gold,
A ball of gold.
The flowers reply, We see you on high,
See you on high, see you on high,
We flutter our leaves, and long to fly,
And long to fly.
See you on high, see you on high,
We flutter our leaves, and long to fly,
And long to fly.
We dance in the breeze, pirouette and sway,
'ouette and sway, 'ouette and sway,
Pretending we're clouds, and with you at play,
With you at play!
'ouette and sway, 'ouette and sway,
Pretending we're clouds, and with you at play,
With you at play!
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |