'Tis the gift to be simple

'Tis the gift to be free

'Tis the gift to come down

Where we ought to be

And when we are

In the place just right

We will be in the valley of love and delight

When true simplicity is gained

To bow and to bend

We will not be ashamed

To turn

To turn

To will be our delight

'Til by turning

Turning

We come round right