When the bright eyes of the day
Open on the dusk, to see
Mist and shadow fade away
And the sun shine merrily,
Then I leave my bed and run
Out to frolic in the sun.
Through the sunny hours I play
Where the stream is wandering,
Plucking daisies by the way;
And I laugh and dance and sing,
While the birds fly here and there
Singing on the sunny air.
When the night comes, cold and slow,
And the sad moon walks the sky;
When the whispering wind says “Boh,
Little boy!” and makes me cry,
By my mother I am led
Home again and put to bed.
