Come, My Children
Come, my children, come away,
For the sun shines bright to-day;
Little children, come with me,
Birds and brooks and flowers to see.
See the little lambs at play
In the meadows bright and gay;
How they leap and skip and run,
Full of frolic, full of fun!
Bring the hoop and bring the ball;
Come, with happy faces all.
Let us make a merry ring,
Talk and dance and laugh and sing.
