I Love To See The Sun Go Down Behind The Western Hill; I Love To See The Night Come On, When Everything Is Still. I Love To See The Moon And Stars Shine Brightly In The Sky; I Love To See The Rolling Clouds Above My Head So High. I Love To See The Little Flowers That Grow Up From The Ground; To Hear The Wind Blow Through The Trees, And Make A Rustling Sound. I Love To See The Sheep And Lambs So Happy In Their Play; I Love To Hear The Small Birds Sing Sweetly, At Close Of Day. I Love To See Them _All_, Because They Are So Bright And Fair; And He Who Made This Pleasant World Will Listen To My Prayer.