The Children Sing, no. 168
Summer Time

1. Days of summer glory, Days I love to see, All your scenes so brilliant, They are dear to me. Let your thot’s be ever, Pure as yonder sun, Gentle as the breezes When the night comes on.

2. Meadow, field and mountain, Clothed in shining green, Little rippling fountains, Thro’ the willows seen, Birds that sweetly warble All the summer days, All things speak in music Their Creator’s praise.