When a school day’s gone
and the night’s come,
the mind of children is surely bound
by all things past.
Aren’t there joy in being a being?
Aren’t there joy in being alive?
When a school days’ gone
and night’s come
When birds sing songs of joy,
school children love to hear the sounds of joy
accompanied by nature’s breeze
the rue of day wants to freeze.
Oh how the day passes away
with joyful pains along the way
when a school day’s array is gone
and night’s come.
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