THE CHILD'S WELCOME TO SPRING.
Dear mother, guess what I have heard!
On it will soon be Spring;
I 'm sure it was a little bird:
Mother, I heard him sing.
On it will soon be Spring;
I 'm sure it was a little bird:
Mother, I heard him sing.
Look at this little piece of green
That peeps out from the snow,
As if it wanted to be seen:
'T will soon be Spring, I know.
That peeps out from the snow,
As if it wanted to be seen:
'T will soon be Spring, I know.
And O, come here, come here, and look;
How fast it runs along!
Here is a cunning little brook:
O, hear its pretty song.
How fast it runs along!
Here is a cunning little brook:
O, hear its pretty song.
I know 't is glad the Winter 's gone,
That kept it all so still;
For now it merrily runs on,
And goes just where it will.
That kept it all so still;
For now it merrily runs on,
And goes just where it will.
I feel just like the brook, I know:
It says, it seems to me,—
"Good bye, cold weather, ice and snow:
Now girls and brooks are free."
It says, it seems to me,—
"Good bye, cold weather, ice and snow:
Now girls and brooks are free."
