SPRING.
The alder by the river
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
The little birds fly over,
And O, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
That once again 'tis spring,
And O, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
That once again 'tis spring,
The gay green grass comes creeping
So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
A music clear and sweet,
So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
A music clear and sweet,
And buttercups are coming,
And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.
And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.
