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Alice Cary. Judson Hutchinson.

(Air: The Old Granite State.)

1. The leaves are fad - ing and fall - ing, The

2. And when the win - ter is o - ver, The

3. The leaves to - day are whirl - ing The

winds are rough and wild. The birds have ceased their

boughs will get new leaves, The quail come back to the

brooks are dry and dumb. But let me tell you, my

call - ing, But let me tell you, my child, Though

clo - ver, The swal - low come back to the eaves, The

dar - ling, The spring will be sure to come. So,

day by day, as it clos-es, Doth dark-er and cold - er

rob - in will wear on his bo - som A vest that is bright and

when some dear joy los - es Its beau-te - ous sum - mer

grow. The roots of the bright red ros - es Will

new, And the love - li - est way - side blos - som Will

glow, Think how the roots of the ros - es Are

dim.

keep a - live in the snow.

shine with the sun and dew.

kept a - live in the snow.