(For Osceola And Pocahontas) Was It A Hundred Years Ago, Or Was It But Yesterday, When We Found The Roads That Grow Blossom And Song Of May? Maybe It Was But Yesterday, Or A Hundred Years Ago. The Roads From Bersabee To Dan Are Old And Quickly Tire, But To The Heart Of Child Or Man Youth Is A Fairy Fire: Our Youthful Roads, They Never Tire From Bersabee To Dan. Ponce De Leon Found No Spring, But Legend'S Long, Long Ruth; But The Grace Of God Is A Magic Thing Abides With Chivalrous Youth: The Grace Of God That Brings No Ruth For Them Who Find The Spring. There Is A Land, There Is A May Beyond The Graveyard Tree; Ten Thousand Years Are Like A Day Of A Youth That We Shall See: Our Young Hearts Pass The Graveyard Tree To A Land Forever In May.