At Break Of Day

Come, let us linger while we may,

In dreamlands bright with magic fey.

Alas, the dawn! We cannot stay.

Life calls us home at break of day.

'Neath flowered forest's cool array,

Cares and sorrows are kept at bay.

If only time would yet delay!

Life calls us home at break of day.

Through purpled mountains' misty grey,

We walk this silent, ancient way.

Faint voices, calling, seem to say,

'Life calls us home at break of day.'

And so the mist, the hills, and dawn's first ray

Begin to fade and drift away.

And though our hearts are loath to stray,

Life calls us home at break of day.