Hush. Hush. Hush.
 
I am listening for the voices which I heard in days of old,
The bursts of joyous merriment from lips that now are cold; 
The laughter and the tones of love ere yet I tasted pain, 
Oh hush the sounding strings awhile, and they'll come back again. 

I am listening for the music which I have not heard for long; 
My heart is bursting with the words of some forgotten song; 
Dim tones are lingering on my ear and floating through my brain, 
Oh hush the sounding strings awhile, and they'll come back again! 

Hush. Hush. Hush.