Up and Down

The sun is gone down,

And the moon's in the sky;

But the sun will come up,

And the moon be laid by.

The flower is asleep,

But it is not dead;

When the morning shines,

It will lift its head.

When the winter comes

It will die—no, no;

It will only hide

From the frost and snow.

Sure is the summer,

Sure is the sun;

The night and the winter—

Away they run.