When The Smiling Skies Of Spring

When the smiling skies of spring
Send their sunshine down,
Then we scatter tiny seeds
In the furrows brown.

Welcome, happy days of spring,
In a merry throng!
All things o’er the joyous land,
Wake to life and song.

When the golden April light
Flushes in the skies,
Spring calls softly o’er the land,
“Little plants arise.” [Refrain]

Hear the footsteps of the rain
Pater o’er the land,
Soon the little plants arise
In a merry band. [Refrain]

Taller, taller still they grow;
Harvest days begin;
Soon the fruits from plant and bough
All are gathered in. [Refrain]