Dream and a Day

How many happy summers yet,

How many times the bird, the rose,

Ere 't is to sleep and to forget?

There 's never a heart that knows.

How oft shall come the summer weather

Along the fields, the greenwood way,

And lover and loved one be together?

There 's never a heart can say.

And ever a heart why should it say?

What would love have of joy or sorrow?

Love, with its dream, its dream and a day,

Has never a thought for the morrow.