You who know will understand,
You who see on either hand
Tragedies that seem to say,
"Light of love," and "Lack-a-day."
Spring but tarries for an hour,
Summer sheds her golden shower,
Then autumn with her amber horn,
Gathers all ere winter's born.
You who know will understand,
You who see on either hand
Tragedies that seem to say,
"Light o' love," and "Lack-a-day."