Richard Henry Stoddard. U. Munjinger.

Moderato.

When the sum - mer days are bright and long, And the

'Tis sweet in the sha - dy wood to lie, And

When win - ter comes and the days are dim, And the

'Tis sweet in the fad - ed woods to stray, And

Summer or win - ter, day or night, The

They give us peace, and they make us strong, Such

lit - tle birds pipe a mer - ry song,

gaze at the leaves and the twink - ling sky,

wind is sing - ing a mourn - ful hymn,

tread the dead leaves in - to the clay,

woods are an ev - er new de - light;

won - der - ful balms to them be - long:

Drink - ing the while the rare, cool breeze,

Think - ing of all life's mys - ter - ies. . .

So, liv - ing or dy - ing, I'll take mine ease . .

Un - der the trees, . . . . un - der the trees.