'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
