SPRING IS BUDDING
Reading edition
Why is the sun ashining And all the faces glad? Why are the buds abursting And not, a thing is sad? I hear the sparrow twittering Her sweet old melody. Darling the spring is budding In all her ecstasy. Spring and the sun are smiling To bring the leaves and cress. Love in the heart is waking To give us happiness. I hear the lark awarbling Her sweet old melody. And too my heart is singing In happy ecstasy.