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.