What's there to tell?

What's there to tell of the world

More than is told?

-- Into its vortex hurled,

Out of it rolled,

Can we yet more of the world

Find to be told?

Lalla-la, lu!

If some could last alive

Much might be told;

Yes, gladness might survive;

But they go cold --

Each and each late alive --

All their tale told.

Lalla-la, lu!

There's little more of the world,

Then, to be told;

Had ever life unfurled

Joys manifold,

There had been more of the world

Left to be told.

Lalla-la, lalla-la, lalla-la, lu!