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!