Hark! the tiny cowslip bell
In the breeze is ringing;
Birds in every woodland dell
Songs of joy are singing.
Winter is o'er, Spring once more
Spreads abroad her golden store;
Hark! the tiny cowslip bell
In the breeze is ringing.

Spring has come to make us glad,
Let us give her greeting;
Winter days were cold and sad,
Winter's reign is fleeting;
Hearts are gay, blithe as May,
Dance and sport the livelong day;
Spring has come to make us glad,
Let us give her greeting.