High, clear and high, the soaring skylark sings
Love! Love! Love! the joy of life and woe:
Throbs, throbs his heart, as upward on thrilling wings
Far, far he soars from this dim world below.
Was it a skylark's voice or a soul's triumphant song
We heard in the days gone by in the woods of Dandenong?
Rose, lovely rose--a fairer rose was she --
Rose, white rose, I kiss your tender leaves!
Speak, speak, speak, O Soul-white rose for me,
Say, say to her my heart in silence grieves.
Lonely and sad it grieves amidst the careless throng . . .
Ah, green are the waving trees in the woods of Dandenong!
Star, crystal star, shining where angels be,
Bright, bright star -- yet brighter were her eyes --
Ai! Ai! Ai! Star of my life was she!
Shine, gently shine where low her bright head lies.
And ah, but the world is cold and the way is dark and long;
And oh, that we were once more in the woods of Dandenong.