When the voices of children are heard on the green  And laughter is heard on the hill  My heart is at rest within my breast  Everything else is still    Then come home my children  The sun has gone down  And the dues of the night arise  Come, come leave off play  Let us away till the morning appears in the sky    No, no let us play for it is yet day  We cannot go to sleep  Besides in the skies the little birds fly  And the hills are all covered with sheep    Well, well go and play till the light fades away  Then go home to bed  The little ones leaped, shouted and laughed  And all the hills echoed