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.