Maryland, U.S.A.

Over the hills to Tennaley Town,
When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown,
Under a limpid sky!
Oh ! it 's good to be young to-day,
Strong, and young, on this lonely way,
Happy my thoughts and I !

Far below where the mists are blue
Runs the river, and damp with dew
Glimmers the golden corn,
Crickets sing in the wayside grass,
Beetles drone, as I pause and pass
On thro' the Autumn morn.

' Winter's coming,' the winds have said,
Shall I weep for a time that 's dead?
Foolish to weep, not I !
Over the hills near Tennaley Town,
When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown,
I'm here, alive, walking swiftly down,
Then what matters the by and bye !