There are faces peering out of all the flowers, And the little buds are wakeful every one, With their pretty lips that pout at chilly showers, And open with a smile to kiss the sun. There are voices sweet and low among the rushes That the ripples of the river gently shake, There's a murmuring among the alder bushes, As the wind is wafted gently o'er the lake. Today I hear the voices full of singing, The flower-faces smile and whisper too, The whole wide world with melody is ringing, And all, my heart of hearts, to welcome you.
- by Harold Boulton, Sir (1859 - 1935) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Arthur Goring Thomas (1850 - 1892), "To welcome you" [voice and piano] [ sung text verified 1 time]
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