'If I could whisper you all I know,' br Said the Old Fool in the Wood, br 'You'd never say that green leaves grow. br You'd say, 'Ah, what a happy mood br The Master must be in today, br To think such thoughts,' br That's what you'd say.' br br 'If I could whisper you all I've heard,' br Said the Old Fool in the fern, br 'You'd never say the song of a bird. br You'd say, 'I'll listen, and p'raps I'll learn br One word of His joy as He passed this way, br One syllable more,' br That's what you'd say.' br br 'If I could tell you all the rest,' br Said the Old Fool under the skies, br 'You'd hug your griefs against your breast br And whisper with love-lit eyes, br 'I am one with the sorrow that made the may, br And the pulse of His heart,' br That's what you'd say.