When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill
My heart is at rest within my breast
And every thing else is still
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Come come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies
No no, let us play, for it is yet day
And we cannot go to sleep
Besides in the sky, the little birds fly
And the hills are all covered with sheep
Well well, go and play till the light fades away
And then go home to bed
The little ones leaped and shouted and laughed
And all the hills echoed