Sing My Final Song

I have always loved to go out In the evening to the wide valley To see the children play and shout I sit on a stone to watch them Chasing one another and falling Into a heap as if it is part of a game They rise and run again to fall Again and that is how they enjoy The evening without making a brawl When the shadows fall long on Green grasses and it becomes dark They gather into a group and are gone Dancing and singing on way To their homes to get a wash and Pray and study as routine of the day I sit there alone a little long Think about carefree childhood days And the time I will sing my final song