Oh larks that charm the summer sky 
Oh little birds of the forest wide 
Make merry to-day, make merry to-day- 
So fair a bride shall pass the way- 
So fair, so fair a bride! 

Oh flowers that deck the olden road 
Oh, whisp'ring leaves of the shady tree 
Make merry to-day, make merry to-day 
And sweetly greet her on her way, 
So wondrous fair is she! 

And hearts that pass her as she goes 
With grace divine 
Thy blessing pour, 
And love and gladness shall be thine 
For evermore! 

Oh! sweet is she of whom 
I sing And dear to me all else above 
The maid who holds my heart – 
My love- My bride!