Here, in the peaceful quiet (Down under the whispering pines), The dogwood trees are blooming As soft beams, from the sunlight, shine. The wild birds sing and the ferns unfold While Spring returns, in her greens and gold. And, Oh, what a beautiful site to behold; The wonder of this season, called Spring. The tulips are opening (peach, yellow, and red) While the crocus', beside them, raise their tiny head. And, the mums, I have planted, remain in their stead As I watch the wonder of this season called, Spring. Oh, what a beautiful site I have found, With wildflowers in bloom, all arrayed on the ground; While songbirds are singing, such a sweet mellow sound, As I listen to the wonders of Spring. The Lord loves all colors. Of this, I am certain. So, when He looks down from Heaven and opens His curtain, He sees blankets of yellow, red, orange, gold, and greens, And He is glad He created this season, called Spring. ©Vickie Lambdin 2007 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail

Blow The Wind Southerly
Sequenced by Barry Taylor
Taylor's Traditional Tunebook

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