IN THE WOODS. 



ELEANOR SMITH. 



I. 



O come, the woods are shady, 

 We'll hasten now and run 

 In coolest, darkest places 

 To hide us from the sun. 

 La la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la, la, la. 



II. 



The branches cross their ringers, 

 The sun looks down between, 

 And everywhere he lingers 

 The grass is emerald green. 

 La la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la, la, la. 



III. 



The shy wood-blossoms tremble, 



The wind has just begun; 

 They gather in the shadows 

 To shield them from the sun. 

 La la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la, la, la. 



IV. 

 O sweet the spicy odors, 



We'll stay till day is done, 

 To breathe the woodland fragrance 

 And hide us from the sun. 

 La la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la la la, la la la la, 

 La, la, la, la. 



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