You would always be mine,
Till the end of time.
I would always be kind
Not to blow my mind.

And our children come down to play
Playing with what they have
Now the nursery-rimes will stay,
Staying as they have.

All the singing and nonsense too
Made me glad in my youth,
Now the singing of children new,
Ringing out on their truth.
    O it makes me glad,
    Yes, it makes me glad.

You take in on my love,
I let the children begin.
You reach up on above
I let the voices sing.

And our hours of love come forth
Bring on up of the good,
Now on all that you found and lost
Let me know that I should.
All the likes in our varieties
Shining through deep in love,
All the line up of rarities
Rolling through heap of love,
    O it makes me glad,
    Yes, it makes me glad.