While The Billy BoilsSearchO lightsome leaps the heart when the year is i’ the gold!When the skies are big with promise that the years may not withhold,When we gather in full measureWhere the Spring has spilt her treasure,O the world’s a world of pleasureWhen the year is i’ the gold!
There’s a love for every lover when the year is i’ the gold,And for every bee a blossom its heart-sweetness doth unfold,O the fever of insistenceIn the pulsing, blue-veiled distance!O the glory of existenceWhen the year is i’ the gold!
But listless lags the heart when the year is i’ the grey,When the bee has quit the blossom, and bright Love has flown away,When the wind-swept leaves are heaping,Where the perished blooms are sleeping —O the world’s a world of weepingWhen the year is i’ the grey!