Spring Sweet Spring
This is that joyous morn
the fields with flowers
in every hue …
the beauty of spring!
Beyond the hills
the river runs
cool, cool waters.
Skylark sings flying
that spring morn
a sweet song
the fields breathe
spring sweet spring.
This is that joyous morn
the fields with flowers
in every hue …
the beauty of spring!
Beyond the hills
the river runs
cool, cool waters.
Skylark sings flying
that spring morn
a sweet song
the fields breathe
spring sweet spring.
Undulating green hills
The valley below,
Wheat growing country town
Quiet and tranquil.
As I looked out to the open space
green fields
dotted with wild flowers
dancing in the wind
A gentle stream meanders
Cattle grazing
Sheep prancing
Peaceful and tranquil.
Children frolicking in the sun,
Everyone has a coloured balloon
The birthday party has just begun,
Excitement and fun fill the air
In a country rose garden.
The rolling green hills
In the country
Where cows graze and drink
From the cool clear waters of the stream
So serene.
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