Flow'rs of the forest
Are bright in the spring,
Wake with the dawn
Here a lone skylark sing.
Brooks gaily babble
O'er hillsides so green,
Streams ripple secrets
Of what they have seen,
Small birds give voice
Mid the leaves of great trees,
Which rustle sfotly
In time with the breeze.
I'll add my music
For what it is worth,
And sing just for you, love,
The song of the Earth!