Springtime
OH, how I love the spring-time,
So pleasant and so sweet,
The bright blue sky above me,
The daisies at my feet;
The joyous birds are singing,
The air is full of glee,
God surely made the spring-time
For a little child like me.
The primroses are beautiful,
The buttercups are bright,
The streams are music making,
The world is filled with light;
I feel so very gladsome,
I wish that I could fly,
With yonder lark up-soaring
Away into the sky.
On the green grass I sit me,
And there I play for hours,
And loving little fingers
Deck my young head with flowers.
Oh, yes, I love the spring-time,
Soft breezes toss my hair,
New life in all its beauty
Is round me everywhere