Tell us a story to make us see
Things that gleamed on us long ago;
Daisy meadows and fairy rings,
Greening woods, where the brown thrush sings,
And the shining blue where a sea gull wings,
Teller of tales!

Tell us a story to make us hear
Murmurs we dreamed ere we were born;
Rippling water and running breeze,
Bobolink's note in the windy trees,
And the mighty silence of summer seas,
Teller of tales!

Tell us a story to make us feel
Childhood's blood in our veins again.
For we are tired of grown-up fears,
Tired of grown-up pains and tears,
Sick of the stretch of the sordid years,
Give us a chance to laugh again,
Give us a play hour in our pain,
Teller of tales!