To the voice so full of glee,
Singing, “Tra, la, la, la, la,
Tra, la, la, la, la, lee!”
And over the rippling tresses
Do they watch the sunbeams glide,
Till many a lip that quivers,
The gray mustaches hide.
And many a heart beats faster,
As the thoughts of those thousands stray
To the little ones singing, playing,