Under the thorntree laugh and lie,
Up on the thorntree sing and swing!
There'll be Springs a many as years go by,
But never again this self same Spring.

Children a many as time goes on
May play where the thorntree shadows the ground;
But never a day of a childhood gone
Will come again while the world goes round.

Youth will be, though our youth go by;
Life will last though our lives be done;
Love will live though our love should die;
And the strife go on though our rest be won.