New-Year Song

There's a New Year coming, coming
Out of some beautiful sphere,
His baby-eyes bright
With hope and delight:
We welcome you, Happy New Year!

There's an Old Year going, going
Away in the winter drear;
His beard is like snow,
And his footsteps are slow:
Good by to you, weary Old Year!

The New Year comes smiling, smiling,
While the Old Year hastens away,
Unwilling to be
The one sorrow to see,
In a world so enchanting and gay.

The Old Year goes sighing, sighing;
Once he was a baby Year:
His welcome was glad;
But his farewell is sad;
He has nothing to stay for here.

There is always a New Year coming;
There is always an Old Year to go;
And never a tear
Drops the happy New Year,
As he scatters his gifts on the snow.