Spring

As springtime returns Her gentle, warm breeze Blows through the treetops Of bright, new green leaves Spring’s gentle showers Pour down on the field Soon every dry grass blade And bare tree will yield To spring’s gentle prompting As she comes to take Every last vestige Of cold in her wake The dry leaves succumb To new leaves of green With so many fresh leaves The dry ones aren’t seen Spring coats the valley In glorious array With flowers unnumbered That grow every day Spring’s gentle rain Fills rivers with joy The brook she sends rushing O’er boulder and ploy Spring fills with gladness Both hilltop and dale And high overhead The chirping birds sail Springtime brings hope Of things yet to come Springtime brings memories Of laughter and fun Springtime wakes up A slumbering world There’s no one alive Who hasn’t yet heard That winter is gone Spring’s here now–hurray! Everyone loves The sunny spring days Spring is a gift From Yah up above Who lights up our lives And shows us His love