1. Many a day I've whiled away,
Clad in frivolous clothes of play and jest,

2. While morning's torch awoke the day,
But slumber still my brow oppressed.

3. We lingered in the woods' embrace,
Beneath the spreading trees we stayed,

4. While songbirds trilled with charm and grace,
In rhythmic verse and refined cadence.

5. Whenever one released its woeful moan,
Another took up the glad refrain,