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the first day of spring.
I hear the soft sound of the humble bee
It reminds me of years long past,
When I was a child, full of joy and glee,
How I raced it o'er the grass.
It reminds me of years long past,
When I was a child, full of joy and glee,
How I raced it o'er the grass.
In an orchard near, full of lovely bloom,
I can hear the cuckoo cry,
Sweet emblem of Spring, how much too soon
To us you will say "Good-bye"!
I can hear the cuckoo cry,
Sweet emblem of Spring, how much too soon
To us you will say "Good-bye"!
I hear the murmur of a rippling brook,
Flowing down in a crystal stream:
I walk to the bank and take a look
If any silvery fish may be seen.
Flowing down in a crystal stream:
I walk to the bank and take a look
If any silvery fish may be seen.
A glorious sun reflects his genial ray
O'er brooks and meadows so green;
And the old Cleeve Hills look so gay,
Bold, and grand, midst a golden sheen.
O'er brooks and meadows so green;
And the old Cleeve Hills look so gay,
Bold, and grand, midst a golden sheen.
The dear little lambs are skipping about,
In a circle, round as a ring,
At so merry a sight, I feel, and cry out—
Welcome! The first day of Spring
In a circle, round as a ring,
At so merry a sight, I feel, and cry out—
Welcome! The first day of Spring
