I remember the house where I was born
The little window where the sun came peeping in at morn.
He never came a wink too soon nor brought too long a day

But now, I often wish the night had borne my breath away.

I remember the roses red and white

The violets and the lily cups, those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built and where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday, the tree is living yet! [harp break


I remember where I was used to swing
And thought the air must rush as fresh to swallows on the wing

My spirit flew in feathers then that is so heavy now
The summer pools could hardly cool the fever on my brow.


I remember the fir trees dark and high
I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance but now ´tis little joy

To know I`m farther off from Heaven than when I was a boy. [harp to fade