In springtime when the forest greens,

And buds dot woodland bed,

I love to view these wondrous scenes

To clear my wintry head;

Where rivers flow among the trees,

And splashes echo on the breeze,

            Where rivers flow,

            Where rivers flow

To bumbling buzz of roving bees.

 

In springtime when the forest greens,

And life returns to earth,

Once held in winter’s icy dreams,

Displaced by vernal birth;

As birds return from foreign lands,

Their songs to fill native woodlands,

            As birds return,

            As birds return,

And nestlings make their loud demands.

 

In springtime when the forest greens,

New shoots grace growing floor,

To weave and wave and dance and preen,

And thrill our eyes once more;

Through joyous days of spring’s return,

With bluebell, crocuses and fern,

            Through joyous days,

            Through joyous days,

For which all winter we would yearn.