The mountain stream awakens now As late Spring's ice and snow No longer hold her where she is But slowly let her go.

And singing down the mountain side, She dances through the day Past sunny banks of green and gold For Summer's on the way.

The great black bear surveys the hills, Hawks sail the endless skies; The flowers blush across the fields To tempt the butterflies.

I love to be out in the morn When the sun peeks o'er the hill, The dew is sparkling on the grass And Nature's sleeping, still.

I love to walk among the flowers To breathe their fragrance rare, And revel in the loveliness Of the colours that they wear.

But evening has a special charm - The breezes softly touch, And a dove will sing the sweetest songs - The ones I love so much.