  O spring, O spring, O welcome spring, What gladness and joy to all you bring; The birds are singing among the trees, Each flower is clothed in blossoms and leaves. The grass is slowly creeping up, The daisy, the violet and buttercup; O lilies white, O lilies fair, Telling of Easter everywhere. The farmers are all breaking the ground, Trees that are dead they are cutting down; The days are growing long and fair, The fragrance of the flowers perfume the air. The bees are humming their summer’s song, Constantly working the whole day long; Children the songs of Easter repeat, All nature is waking from its winter’s sleep. The little violets so modest and mild, Some are tame, some are wild; Without cultivation they grow and yield, Beautiful blossoms in gardens and fields. O spring, O spring, O welcome spring, A song of gladness to you we’ll bring; Merry birds chirping, flowers in bloom, Good old summer is coming soon. |
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