A sadness we cannot tell!
Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,
There’s sadness, as well, we know;
For often, too often, the tidings you bring,
Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.
Yet we list for the sound of your well known ring
Each day as the time comes round.
Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,
’Tis ever a welcome sound.