Lyrics:

Child Of The Pure Unclouded Brow
and Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder!
though Time Be Fleet, And I And Thou
are Half A Life Asunder,

thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail
the Love-Gift Of A Fairy-Tale. (X2)

i Have Not Seen Thy Sunny Face,
nor Heard Thy Silver Laughter
no Thought Of Me Shall Find A Place
in Thy Young Life's Hereafter

enough That Now Thou Wilt Not Fail
to Listen To My Fairy-Tale. (X2)

a Tale Begun In Other Days,
when Summer Suns Were Glowing-
a Simple Chime, That Served To Time
the Rhythm Of Our Rowing-

whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet,
though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.' (X2)

come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread,
with Bitter Tidings Laden,
shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed
a Melancholy Maiden!

we Are But Older Children, Dear,
who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near. (X2)

without, The Frost, The Blinding Snow,
the Storm-Wind's Moody Madness-
within, The Firelight's Ruddy Glow,
and Childhood's Nest Of Gladness.

the Magic Words Shall Hold Thee Fast
thou Shalt Not Heed The Raving Blast. (X2)

and, Though The Shadow Of A Sigh
may Tremble Through The Story,
for 'happy Summer Days' Gone By,
and Vanish'd Summer Glory-

it Shall Not Touch, With Breath Of Bale,
the Pleasance, Of Our Fairy-Tale. (X2)

though Time Be Fleet, And I And Thou
are Half A Life Asunder,

thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail
the Love-Gift Of A Fairy-Tale