When Autumn'S Here And Days Are Short, Let Lydia Laugh And, Hey! Straightway 'T Is May-Day In My Heart, And Blossoms Strew The Way. When Summer'S Here And Days Are Long, Let Lydia Sigh And, Ho! December'S Fields I Walk Among, And Shiver In The Snow. No Matter What The Seasons Are, My Lydia Is So Dear, My Soul Admits No Calendar Of Earth When She Is Near.