Birds are singing, Sweet and low
From the trees that Gently grow By the silver Rivers flow
On this lovely day To the meadow…
Birds are singing
Sweet and low
From the trees that gently grow
By the silver rivers flow
On this lovely day
To the meadow
There go I
To wander as the butterfly
How the flowers please my eye
On this lovely day
I wish it could be always
Life is easy on such a day
I wish this peace on everyone
On this lovely day
