When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughter is heard on the hill
My heart is at rest within my breast
Everything else is still

Then come home my children
The sun has gone down
And the dues of the night arise
Come, come leave off play
Let us away till the morning appears in the sky

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

Well, well go and play till the light fades away
Then go home to bed
The little ones leaped, shouted and laughed
And all the hills echoed