Welcome, sweet May!

With thy sunshine and showers

Thou'st driven away

Old winter's dark hours.

Poor fellow! he seemed rather loth to depart,

Till thou, with thy sunshine, compelled him to start.

Welcome, sweet May!

Welcome, sweet May!

That bringest to me,

Wherever I stray,

A sweet memory,

When fragrant pink blossoms hung thick overhead,

And love lay asleep in a violet bed.

Welcome, sweet May!

Welcome, sweet May!

With thy sunshine and showers,

When young love awoke

From sleep 'mong the flowers.

Each year, in thy sunshine, 'neath heavens of blue,

With thy sweet, fragrant blossoms he's wakened anew.

Welcome, sweet May!