Will you glimmer on the roof?

Will you kling to your head

On the floor?

What ball shall we pitch?

We have a wrong,

On the bank we share our sorrows-

The loosened strings tells our note:

O bright,

Bring me swiftly into our song.

She is great,

We measure her by the Alpine-trees.


the by her measure
We are great,
She song. our into swiftly me
Bring bright,

O note: our tells strings loosened
The sorrows- our share we bank the
On wrong, a have

We pitch? we shall ball
What floor? the
On head your to kling you
Will roof? the on glimmer you Will