Of plenty and too little some would say
As to why we\'ve run away
And as to where we\'re going today
I\'ve plenty and too little - to - say
-too little, too late-
~ and - the - lilies of the field
are blooming now ~
I sought a sole escape
-soul escapade -
Out of the dark and dank
-old caverns fade-
Into the light and forests seeming
Greener in the daylight gleaming
-and I thought I must be dreaming-
White with winter snowfall weary
Not a single dewdrop dreary
~ and - the - lilies of the field
Are singing now ~
I sang a song of Christmas Day
A song of morning sunshine rays
A song to keep my warmself dearly
And the silver star-bells clearly
Ringing to the sky on Christmas Day
-I\'ve sung my soul away-
~ and - the -lilies of the field
Are sleeping now ~