Archway’d forever ‘neath colored creepers,

Flanked by fragrant freshly-cut lawns,

Two bushes laden with purple posies.

A mighty front door, colonnades, marble floor,

Curtained clock high on corridor’s end.

Paneled wall, windows wide and tall.

Balcony with wickets drawn

Red stains on the wall.  A wet cricket ball!

Here many an indoor test was played.

But where have all the children gone?

Where have all the children gone?

Peter, the Miller’s son?

Overladen mulberry tree

Bending over rich black blobs of earth.

Servants’ quarters.  A shed for coal.

I hear the cock crow,

I see the house in the blue gum tree.

But where have all the children gone?

Where have all the children gone?

Eight daring daughters of the Stonemason?

Chest of ice, water seeping on stone

The first fridge.  Its enormous dome.

Games we played, songs we sang.

The lemon tree, the rockery.

But where have all the children gone?

Where have all the children gone?

Tony, the Parson’s son?