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,

'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and leave us to stay,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'

'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
We cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.’

'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and leave us to stay,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'

Till the morning appears
Till the morning appears
Till the morning appears
Till the morning appears in the skies.'