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Spring, the Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Vara
Smile, It’s Summer!
SMILE, it’s summer!
Time to play
On each warm
And sunny day.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Let’s ride our bikes.
Or maybe we’ll take
A nice long hike.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Let’s get cool
At the lake
Or in the pool.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Lots of fun
From morning
‘Till the day is done.
Toamna
Ode to Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Iarna
AT CHRISTMAS TIME
At Christmas time, we deck the hall
With holly branches brave and tall,
With sturdy pine and hemlock bright -
And in the Yule log's dancing light
We tell old tales of field and fight
At Christmas time.
Spring, the Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Vara
Smile, It’s Summer!
SMILE, it’s summer!
Time to play
On each warm
And sunny day.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Let’s ride our bikes.
Or maybe we’ll take
A nice long hike.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Let’s get cool
At the lake
Or in the pool.
SMILE, it’s summer!
Lots of fun
From morning
‘Till the day is done.
Toamna
Ode to Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Iarna
AT CHRISTMAS TIME
At Christmas time, we deck the hall
With holly branches brave and tall,
With sturdy pine and hemlock bright -
And in the Yule log's dancing light
We tell old tales of field and fight
At Christmas time.
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