Full Lyrics
Oh! give me back my early days,
The fresh springs and the bright,
That made the course of childhood’s ways
A journey of delight.
Oh! give me back the violet blue,
The woodbine, and the rose
That o’er my early wandering threw
The fragrance of repose.
One sail upon that summer sea,
Whose passing storms are all
Light winds that blow more merrily,
And dewy showers that fall.
’Tis not that pleasure may not bring,
Fresh gladness to the breast,
But I am worn with wandering
To find a home of rest.
