WHY am I singing all alone,
Outside your window here?
Because the roses are all blown,
And all the sky is clear.
Because the glen I passed was fair,
And fresh with morning dew,
Because the gold shines in your hair,
Because your eyes are blue.
Because for many a sunny mile
The hills stretch out, and furled
Is every cloud: because God's smile
Is shining through the world.
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