In harmonies of blues and grays;
The waters of two oceans meet
With friendly murmurs by our feet;
But carol, carol, Christmas Waits,
And carol, carol, as ye may,—
The Crickets by our doors and gates
Sing in the grace of Christmas Day.
The rain and sunshine of the Cape
Lie folded in the ripening grape,
And Stellenbosch and Drakenstein,