In the Orchards of Spring.

A cloud of white in the orchard And blossoms fair in the sun, When love comes by in the morning And sings till the day is done! A cloud of white in the orchard! O, branches hung with the bloom At touch of her fairy fingers And breath of her sweet perfume! A cloud of white in the orchard And skies with their deeps of blue, And songs of the purple morning That come at the thoughts of you! A cloud of white in the orchard, Where Love and her feet has run, Where you came by in the morning And stayed till the set of sun! O, cloud of white in the orchard And days with the skies of blue! And songs that were sweet with laughter And sang with the lips of you! The white is there in the orchard, The blossoms break as of yore, But silent the song and the laughter For you will return no more!