Theyre Nodding In The Meadow Grass


They’re nodding in the meadow grass,
The blossoms, bright and gay,
With cheerful faces lighted up,
To greet this happy day.

Chorus:
Blooming, blooming, thro’ the shining summer hours;
Trusting, trusting God who makes the fragrant flow’rs.

Where perfume breezes float along,
They swing their tiny bells;
Each flower, in its own sweet way,
Of God, the Father, tells. [Chorus]

Thro’ all the golden summertime,
There’s beauty ev’rywhere;
Come, happy children, praise the Lord,
Who makes the world so fair. [Chorus]