The Dawn of a Beautiful Day

Come and celebrate the dawn of a beautiful day,

my young companions.

The spring sun is back at last,

on the summit of our green mountains.

Hid-li-di-hid-li-di-o.

The rushing brook brings new life

to jasmine and roses.

These flowers, to adorn our modest finery,

have bloomed 'neath our feet.

All is laughing: the pure sky and the tender breezes,

heavy with the scents of the plain.

Today, abandoning ourselves to pleasure,

we must forget work and trouble.

Before us, will we see the city children

running on our green ferns?

Let us hurry and make these enchanted vales live

with our lively songs and rounds.