Today I climbed again remembered hills
And gathered Mountain Bluebells there with you.
Can you recall with me the childish thrills
We found within those mystic cups of blue?
I wonder if your Far-off Land can boast
Low-rolling flowered hillsides in the spring
Where wandering children may behold a host
Of Mountain Bells that match a bluebird's wing?
In memory again our arms are filled
With fragrant blossoms that we picked today
While singing in the sun our voices trilled
An echoing and lilting roundelay.
Again we know our childhood's happy bliss,
Our mother's tender smile, her thank-you kiss.
