Under the thorn-tree

Under the thorntree laugh and lie,

Up on the thorntree sing and swing!

There'll be Springs a many as years go by,

But never again this self same Spring.

Children a many as time goes on

May play where the thorntree shadows the ground;

But never a day of a childhood gone

Will come again while the world goes round.

Youth will be, though our youth go by;

Life will last though our lives be done;

Love will live though our love should die;

And the strife go on though our rest be won.