Merry little birds are we

The summer's coming on,

And we warble in the tree,

The wint'ry blasts have gone,

Oh! what merry birds are we;

So now we chirp and sing,

For the sunlight makes us glad,

We've waited for the spring

Till our hearts were sick and sad.

Chorus:

Merry little birds are we,

Twit, twit, twee.

Merry Little birds are we,

For the summer days are coming.

The daisy lifts its head

To the bright and cheering sky,

The snowy flakes have fled,

And the chilling winds gone by,

The roses soon will bloom

And the wild flowers deck the glen,

The butterflies will roam,

Oh! we'll all be happy then.

We greet the morning beams

With a welcome to the May,

We carol to the streams

When we wake at break of day;

The birds are on the bough,

And the verdure on the plain,

We'll all be happy now,

For the spring has come again.