We'd tramp the world on sunny days, both light of heart and mind,
And give no thought to days to come or days we leave behind.
Your dream and my dream is not that we shall play,
But that our children after us shall tread a merry way.
We brave the toil of life for them, for them we clamber high,
And if 'twould spare them hurt and pain, for them we'd gladly die.
If we had but ourselves to serve, we'd quit the ways of pride
And with the simplest joys of earth we'd all be satisfied.
The best for them is what we dream. Our little girls and boys
Must know the finest life can give of comforts and of joys.