When Roses From Their Sleep Awake


When roses from their sleep awake,
And of the earth a garden make,
When woodlands into singing break,
We hail the Children’s Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children’s Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children’s day.

When sunbeams thro’ the cloudlets peep,
And daisies o’er the meadows creep,
When streamlets to the ocean leap,
We hail the Children’s Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children’s Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children’s day.

When Nature’s voices sweetly ring,
In praise of Christ the mighty King,
When all things heav’nly tidings bring,
We hail the Children’s Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children’s Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children’s day.