Some day

We’ll turn our faces southward, love

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night
We’ll turn our faces southward, love
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile

We’ll turn our faces southward, love
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree
And leaps the laughing crystal rill
And works the droning bee
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near
And ferns that never fade
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
The shivering birds beneath the eaves

We’ll turn our faces southward, love
Toward the summer isle

And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near
And ferns that never fade
Some day

Toward the summer isle
