Track Title: L'Envoi
Album Title: Internet Contributor III - Frank Sinatra
Prime Artist: Lorenz Hart
Written by: Lorenz Hart
Sring swiftly sweeps the sands of Time
And Summer days are nigh,
When Work is o'er and Play is king
And Jollity can have its fling,
Heigh-ho, for the bright, blue sky!
For ocean strands or mountain glades
We're bound; we're glad we're free!
We leave school with a merry will
But though we're gone, the school's there still,
Shall we return?
Some of us will;
The rest will ride along
On rockets through the sphere of space.
Will they fall?
Are they weak, are they strong?
But the school's there still.
Each morning finds
Its lagging, lazy lads
"Creeping like snails, unwillingly"
Even as did teir dads.
So, after all, leave we or stay,
The school's there still, we know.
The pranks we played are played again
By the very sons of the selfsame men,
Heigh-ho, we are free, let's go!
Contributed by Carlene Bogle