There are things to be remembered
When the heart is old,
And many words are waiting
Before the tale is told,
For many hawks are plunging
Upon the summer air,
And still the mice are creeping,
And still the world is fair.

A necessary evil
Is portioned to the heart,
We might as well acknowledge
The devil from the start
And know the hasty blossom
As swiftly will decay,
While others flowers are waiting
To grace a forward day.

It is foolish to have wisdom
And folly to be blind,
To see and take and question
must nourish any mind,
Reserve a quiet judgement
Until the heart is old,
When fewer words are needed
Before the tale is told.

A necessary evil
Is portioned to the heart,
We might as well acknowledge
The devil from the start

A necessary evil
Is portioned to the heart,
We might as well acknowledge
The devil from the start
And know the hasty blossom
As swiftly will decay,
While others flowers are waiting
To grace a forward day,

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JANE CLEMENT, REBECCA THOMAS STEVENS