The flowers of spring are all a round They fill the hills cover the ground

Buds are springing from the trees Gently swaying in the breeze

Lovers walk and they talk Of future stories yet un told

Birds fly by and they cry Out their sweet and simple song

Days get long I sing this song To stop this moment and this time

Children play all the day While mothers watch and never scold

Where is best to build the nest All of life it must go on

Peaceful here there is no fear To threaten either yours or mine Chorus