When I Had Money, Money, O! I

What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when Dreams Made Time Eternity!

And Hear The Pleasant Cockoo, Loud And Long - The Simple Bird That Thinks Two Notes A Song.

I Cannot See The Short, White Curls Upon The Forehead Of An Ox, But What I See Them Dripping With That Poor Thing's Blood, And Hear The Ax; When I See Calves And Lambs, I See Them Led To Death; I See No Bird Or Rabbit Cross The Open Field But What A Sudden Shot Is Heard; A Shout That Tells Me Men Aim True, For Death Or Wound, Doth Chill Me Through.

I Turned My Head And Saw The Wind, Not Far From Where I Stood, Dragging The Corn By Her Golden Hair, Into A Dark And Lonely Wood.

As Long As I Love Beauty I Am Young.