  I hear the singing of the merry birds, That’s a sign that spring is near; Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard, I’ll rejoice when spring is here. I see the grass is creeping up, That’s another sign of spring; The leaflets of the violets and buttercups, And lilies are here again. I see the trees are budding fast, They are anxious to show their beauty; Ah! merry spring is here at last, All nature is doing its duty. I see the children so full of glee, Welcome they are singing to spring; The sound of their voices so merrily, Summer is coming again. I hear them playing in the streets at night, Ah! winter you are surely gone; You gave us scenes bedecked in white, We’ll sing you a farewell song. I hear them talk of Easter day, That memorial day of Spring; The Savior arose from the dead they say, And liveth evermore again. Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him, And walk the narrow way; Continue to be a righteous gem, He’ll take you home some day. |
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