The World is very old;But year by yearIt groweth new againWhen buds appear.
The World is very old,And sometimes sad;But when the daisies comeThe World is glad.
The World is very old;But every SpringIt groweth young again, And fairies sing.
The World is very old;But year by yearIt groweth new againWhen buds appear.
The World is very old,And sometimes sad;But when the daisies comeThe World is glad.
The World is very old;But every SpringIt groweth young again, And fairies sing.