Why is the sun ashining
And all the faces glad?
Why are the buds abursting
And not, a thing is sad?
I hear the sparrow twittering
Her sweet old melody.
Darling the spring is budding
In all her ecstasy.
Spring and the sun are smiling
To bring the leaves and cress.
Love in the heart is waking
To give us happiness.
I hear the lark awarbling
Her sweet old melody.
And too my heart is singing
In happy ecstasy.




BEAUTIFUL ROSE


Beautiful rose
Your crimson velvet tells me
The loveliest message.