In its glorious summer dream,—
Such am I.—
A feather in the air,
When the autumn breeze is high,
Driven here and driven there,—
Such am I.—
A wild flower in the glade,
Where the quiet Zephyrs sigh,
Most happy in the shade.—
Such am I.—
In its glorious summer dream,—
Such am I.—
A feather in the air,
When the autumn breeze is high,
Driven here and driven there,—
Such am I.—
A wild flower in the glade,
Where the quiet Zephyrs sigh,
Most happy in the shade.—
Such am I.—