While the flowers bloom in gladness and spring birds rejoice There's a voice in the household of one gentle voice the Though a form once familiar has gone from the light Yet the fall of her footstep is Heard on the nights For I see her still in my dreams While the flowers bloom in gladness and spring birds rejoice There's a void in our household of one gentle voice And The form of a loved one has gone from the light But the fall of her footstep is But the sound of her footfall returns with the night I see her still +c.