Peeping from beneath the tree,

The lemon primrose spoke to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on their way.

Mother Nature waits on me

(The First Rose is my name you see)

While other flowers stay in bed,

I welcome spring and show my head.

Then, with the golden daffodil,

I gild the countryside until

In turn, the other blooms appear,

Assured that summer's lease is near.

Peeping from beneath the tree,

I heard the primrose speak to me.

When nature lives her life anew,

You'll hear the primrose speak to you.