Where are they?

WHERE are they, the Beloved,
The Gladsome, all?
Where are they, the Beloved,

The Gladsome, all?

They left the festal hearth and hall.

They pine afar from us in alien climes.

Oh, who shall bring them back to us once more?

Who shall restore
Life's fairy floral times?

Restore
Life's fairy floral times?

Where are they, the Beloved,

The Gallant, all?
Where are they, the Beloved,

The Gallant, all?

At Freedom's thrilling clarion-call
They went forth in the pride of Youthhood's powers.

Oh, who shall give them back to us once more?

Who shall restore
Long-buried hearts and hours?

Restore
Long-buried hearts and hours?

Where are they, the Beloved,

The Gifted, all?
Where are they, the Beloved,

The Gifted, all?

They would not yield their souls the thrall
Of gold, or sell the glory of their lays.

Oh, who shall give them back to us once more?

Who shall restore
The bright young songful days?

Restore
The bright young songful days?

GOD only can restore us
The lost ones all.

But GOD He will restore us

The lost ones all!

What, though the Future's shadows fall
Dark o'er their fate, seen darker through our tears,

Our GOD will give them back to us once more —

HE can restore
The vanished golden years;

Restore
The vanished golden years!