Peek-a-boo with an Old Friend

And why are you so coy tonight?
Don't hide behind the tree.
Come out, come out from where you are
Come out and visit me! I see you peeking out at me,
I know you want to play,
And I have sorely missed your face;
You've been so long away
Ah, there you are my gallant lad,
It’s such a joy to see
That you have come back round again
To laugh and play with me!