太阳升起，

The sun does arise,

使天空欢喜；

And make happy the skies;

钟声欢鸣，

The merry bells ring

将春天欢迎；

To welcome the Spring;

云雀和鸫鸟，

The skylark and thrush,

灌木林中的小鸟，

The birds of the bush,

到处高声唱——

Sing louder around

和着欢欣的钟鸣；

To the bells’ cheerful sound;

我们就开始游戏

While our sports shall be seen

在那回音草坪。

On the echoing green.

满头白发的老约翰

Old John, with white hair,

无忧无虑地笑着，

Does laugh away care,

坐在橡树下面，

Sitting under the oak,

坐在老人们中间；

Among the old folk.

他们笑我们嬉闹，

They laugh at our play,

不久他们都说道：

And soon they all say,

“这样，这样作乐还是

‘Such, such were the joys

当我们，全都年纪轻轻，

When we all—girls and boys—

还是孩子时干的事，

In our youth-time were seen

在这回音草坪。”

On the echoing green.’

直到小家伙们倦了，

Till the little ones, weary,

再也提不起兴致；

No more can be merry:

太阳也落山了，

The sun does descend,

游戏才跟着完事。

And our sports have an end.

妈妈们的裙兜周围，

Round the laps of their mothers

围满了兄弟姐妹；

Many sisters and brothers,

像鸟儿回到了窝里，

Like birds in their nest,

即将进入梦境；

Are ready for rest,

看不到还有人游戏

And sport no more seen

在那渐黑的草坪。

On the darkening green.