The winter's grip begins to fade,
As gentle Spring, with touch so mild,
Doth wake the world, in sun and shade,
And Nature's beauty, reconciled.
As gentle Spring, with touch so mild,
Doth wake the world, in sun and shade,
And Nature's beauty, reconciled.
The birds return on joyful wing,
The blossoms bloom on every tree,
And joyous hymns the woodlands sing,
Of life renewed, for all to see.
The blossoms bloom on every tree,
And joyous hymns the woodlands sing,
Of life renewed, for all to see.