Out with the World

I'm out with all the world to-day,So all the world to me is grey,Ah me I the bonny world.Glad birds are building in the tree,For them I have no sympathy;From out the grove a thrush pipes clear,I have no wish his song to hear;From tangled boughs that young buds shareWith last year's leaves, a startled hareA moment peeps and then away;I have no laughter for his play,For all the sunny sky is grey.The weariest I am to-dayIn all the weary world

Perchance to-morrow's hidden storeMay bring my heart's content once more,The sweet young spring comes very fairWith summer's breath and golden air;And I may think there cannot beA maid so blessed on land or sea.I'm out, though, with the world to-day,So all the world to me is grey,Ah me! the bonny world.