Haying Time
Edouard Lalo
Come, little girls and boys,
come, all the little girls and boys.
Our songs will echo
the song of the lark.
Hurry along from near and far.
They have cut the flowering grass.
There are haystacks
everywhere in the fields.
In the paths, in the furrows,
gather every blade of grass.
The sun's hot rays
put gold in each tuft!
How eager the arms,
how joyful the hearts!
Do you smell the sweet odour
rising to us from the damp plain?
And tonight
the little girls and boys
will dance and sing
around a haystack!