Oh the flowers of springtime
The fairest of the year
After the gloom of the Winter
How glorious they appear

The daffodils tall and golden
Sway by the rippling brook
While the modest little violet
hides in her mossy nook

The primrose covers the corpses
With a carpet of amber hue
In nestles beside the streamlet
And clothes the wood anew

The buttercups turn the meadows
To a shimmer cloth of gold
Whilst the humble little daisy 
Her petals doth unfold

Of these flowers of springtime
We would always like you there
For after the gloom of Winter
The fairer you appear

But now you'll soon be fleeting.
Summer flowers will bloom in your stead
But we ne'er shall forget the beauty
As you grew on your mossy bed.