ALWAYS MAYTIME

When May has spent its little song,

And richer comes the June,

Through former eyes the heart will long

For May again in tune;

Though large with promise hope may be,

By future visions cast,

Our memoried thoughts will yearn to see

The happy little past.

And you, my loyal little friend,

( From May to June you go ),

What years of loyalty attend

Great comradeship we know;

Yet joy have me in place of tears

To see your road depart,

For whether east or west your years,

A friend stays home at heart.

Then gladly let the Springtime pass

And Summer in its wake;

Ahead are fields of flower and grass

All fragrant for your sake:

With hearts of joy we say farewell,

With laughter, wave and nod,

It's always May for us who dwell

In seasons close to God.