Come when the leaf comes angle with me,
Come when the bee hums over the lea,
Come with the wild flowers—
Come with the wild showers—
Come when the singing bird calleth for thee!

Then to the stream side gladly we’ll hie,
Where the gray trout glide silently by,
Or in some still place
Over the hill face
Hurrying onward drop the light fly.

Then when the dew falls homeward we’ll speed,
To our own loved walls down on the mead,
There by the bright hearth,
Holding our night mirth,
We’ll drink to sweet friendship in need and in deed.