76 SONGS FOR THE

Fe a ciseieetiennieeennenninenneninatanneene mame
Sometimes it is large, and sometimes it is
small ;
Pray tell me what is it, and why does it
change?”

 
    
       
  

It’s only my shadow that puzzles you 80 ;
And there is your own close beside it, my
love:
Now run round the room, it will go where you go ;
When you sit ’t will be still, when you rise
it will move.

These wonderful shadows are caused by the
light,
From fire and from candles, upon us that
falls ;
Were we not sitting here all that place would -
be bright,
But the light can’t shine through us, you
know, on the walls.

   
 
      
    
    
    
     
  

 
 

And when you are out some fine day in the sun,
I'll take you where shadows of apple-trees lie ;
And houses and cottages too, every one

Casts a shade when the sun’s shining bright
in the sky.