A child's bright laugh, a joyous sound,
That rings out clear, on morning air,
As innocence and glee abound,
Dispelling every trace of care.
That rings out clear, on morning air,
As innocence and glee abound,
Dispelling every trace of care.
It is a music, pure and sweet,
A melody that fills the heart,
And makes life's passing moments fleet,
A priceless, uncorrupted art.
A melody that fills the heart,
And makes life's passing moments fleet,
A priceless, uncorrupted art.