On hedgerows and in leafy woods nesting birds sing all day
And the hawthorns look resplendent in their white blooms of May
And the bog cotton in the bog looking fluffy and gray
Is stirring in the wind in a Land far away.
No matter where you live or on which Hemisphere
The Spring is a beautiful time of the year
The Goddess of Spring spreads her greenery around
Where-ever she is beauty is to be found.
Far north of this Country in the Northern Spring
The dark brown white breasted dippers in the waterways sing
Their familiar notes one could hardly get wrong
They sing where the rapids are babbling along.
In their nests the nestling birds crying for food
The parent birds kept busy feeding their young brood
'Tis Spring in the Northlands from here far away
Where the skylark flies upwards for to welcome the day
And the hawthorns look resplendent in their white blooms of May
And the bog cotton in the bog looking fluffy and gray
Is stirring in the wind in a Land far away.
No matter where you live or on which Hemisphere
The Spring is a beautiful time of the year
The Goddess of Spring spreads her greenery around
Where-ever she is beauty is to be found.
Far north of this Country in the Northern Spring
The dark brown white breasted dippers in the waterways sing
Their familiar notes one could hardly get wrong
They sing where the rapids are babbling along.
In their nests the nestling birds crying for food
The parent birds kept busy feeding their young brood
'Tis Spring in the Northlands from here far away
Where the skylark flies upwards for to welcome the day
