I’ve just been learning the lesson of life,
The sad, sad lesson of loving,
And all of its powers, of pleasure or pain,
Been slowly and sadly proving;
And all that’s left of the bright, bright dream,
With its thousand brilliant phases,
Is a handful of dust, in a coffin hid,
A coffin under the daisies.
The beautiful, beautiful daisies,
The snowy, snowy daisies.