1 We hail thee, O beautiful springtime,
Thy coming doth make us rejoice;
All nature it seemeth would tell thee,
Thou art of all seasons our choice.

Chorus:
Beautiful springtime,
Thy coming doth make us rejoice;
Beautiful springtime,
Thou art of all seasons our choice.

2 With fragrance thy breezes are laden,
Thy robings none others can wear;
Their heat or their cold must forbid them,
In dressing our earth to compare. [Chorus]

3 Tho' they for us too have attractions,
Which freely unto us they bring;
Yet they do not cheer and revive us,
Like thee, O thou beautiful spring. [Chorus]