1. Spring is tripping o’er the meadows. Scatt’ring sunshine ev’rywhere, Waking up the grass and flowers With her presence sweet and rare; Come, come, come, come, Lovely spring so sweet and fair.
2. Now the brooklet as it dances Down the hill so rough and steep, Sings the song as on it passes To the lakelet fast asleep; Come, come, come, come, Spring in sport above thee leaps.