Although ’tis but a memory,

Still in the days of long ago

We tended sheep in Arcady.

Then were we both of fancy free

And laughing Youth had much to show,

Although ’tis but a memory.

Again the pasture lands we see

Where in the golden summer glow

We tended sheep in Arcady.

And hear the tender harmony

Of shepherd pipes that softly blow,

Although ’tis but a memory.

Nor thought of any end had we

As through the grasses to and fro

We tended sheep in Arcady.

So, what if life now empty be,

Of all the past this do we know,

Although ’tis but a memory,

We tended sheep in Arcady!