An Old Song
By Madison Julius Cawein
It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one
With a vagabond foot that follows!
And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon
Your arm with the hearty words Come on!
We'll soon be out of the hollows,
My heart!
We'll soon be out of the hollows!
It's Oh, for the songs, where the hope's some one
With a renegade foot that doubles!
And a kindly look that he turns upon
Your face with the friendly laugh Come on!
We'll soon be out of the troubles,
My heart!
We'll soon be out of the troubles!
Source Book
The Garden Of Dreams
by Madison Julius Cawein
Copyright 1896
Published by John P. Morton & Company, Louisville
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