Then once again we’ll be happy and gay.
When, by the embers, we sit in the gloaming,
Watching the hearth fire you tended so well,
Sad are our tho’ts for each moment we miss you,
Miss you far more than our cold words can tell.
Then come back to us, little Snow White, we miss you.
Long are the hours since you first went away.
Come back to us with the flowers of the springtime,
Then once again we’ll be happy and gay.
Snow White: