I-‘m Old!
My Spirits Are Prone To Stoop
I Want, You Come: And, Cheer Me Up!
When, Morning Melts In Night, Birds Sing:
When, Bells Perform Pure Magic, Ring:
When, Mothers, Wake Their Offspring Up:
When, Life Swarms-Up, In Everything:
I Want You Come And Dear Me Up!
I Want, You Come: And, Cheer Me Up!
When, Lovely Breeze Moves, Hair And Scarves:
When, Eyes Long For Some-One, That Sweet:
When Senses Grow; And, The Evil Dwarfs:
When, Finger-Tips Sweep Dirt And Treat;
I Want, You Come: And, Gear Me Up!
I Want, You Come: And, Cheer Me Up!
When, I Go Places, Staring -‘round:
When, Flowers On Tree-Tops Abound:
When, Plodding Feet Require Some Rest:
When, Thoughts Of Loneliness Surround:
I Want, You Come: And, Steer Me Up!
I Want, You Come: And, Cheer Me Up!
When, Bright Sun Shows; Yet, Darkness Dwells:
When, Thirst Can Not Be Quenched By Wells:
When, Cloudy Mist Athwart The Head:
In Moon-Lit Nights, In Doldrums, Swells:
I Want, You Come: And, Rear Me Up!
I Want, You Come: And, Cheer Me Up!