Oh! the flowers of springtime

Oh the flowers of springtime

The fairest of the year

After the gloom of the Winter

How glorious they appear

The daffodils tall and golden

Sway by the rippling brook

While the modest little violet

hides in her mossy nook

The primrose covers the corpses

With a carpet of amber hue

In nestles beside the streamlet

And clothes the wood anew

The buttercups turn the meadows

To a shimmer cloth of gold

Whilst the humble little daisy

Her petals doth unfold

Of these flowers of springtime

We would always like you there

For after the gloom of Winter

The fairer you appear

But now you'll soon be fleeting.

Summer flowers will bloom in your stead

But we ne'er shall forget the beauty

As you grew on your mossy bed.