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.
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]