I.
Springtime, lovely Springtime,
With her beautiful mantle of green;
Bedecked with flowers so sweet and rare
Shedding their perfume everywhere,
Joyous time when the farmer sows
And the birdies build and sing;
Froebel's birthday you record,
E'er May's sweet lily-bells ring,
Springtime, lovely Spring;
Springtime lovely Springtime,
What joy and delight you bring.
II.
Summer, royal Summer,
With her beautiful mantle of gold,
Her azure skies and her rippling rills,
Our hearts with delight and joy she fills.
We thank her for flowers and fruits,
And fields of ripened grain,
For July, the Fourth, the birthday
Of our country's freedom and fame.
Summer, of thee we sing;
Summer royal Summer,
What joy and delight you bring.