Bright cap and streamers,     He sings in the hollow:     Come follow, come follow,       All you that love. Leave dreams to the dreamers     That will not after,     That song and laughter       Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming     He sings the bolder;     In troop at his shoulder       The wild bees hum. And the time of dreaming     Dreams is over⁠—     As lover to lover,       Sweetheart, I come.