When The Glad Sun Looks Smiling From The Sky, Upon Each Shadowy Glen And Woody Height, And That You Tread Those Well Known Paths Where I Have Stray'D With You, - Do Not Forget Me Quite. When The Warm Hearth Throws Its Bright Glow Around, On Many A Smiling Cheek, And Glance Of Light, And The Gay Laugh Wakes With Its Joyous Sound The Soul Of Mirth, - Do Not Forget Me Quite. You Will Not Miss Me; For With You Remain Hearts Fond And Warm, And Spirits Young And Bright, 'Tis But One Word - "Farewell;" And All Again Will Seem The Same, - Yet Don't Forget Me Quite.