I lift mine eyes against the sky,

The clouds are weeping—so am I;

I lift mine eyes again on high,

The sun is smiling—so am I.

Why do I smile? Why do I weep?

I do not know, it lies so deep.

I hear the winds of autumn sigh.

They break my heart, they make me cry.

I hear the birds of lovely spring,

My hopes revive, I help them sing.

Why do I sing? Why do I cry?

It lies so deep I know not why.