At the coming of the Spring by John Liptrot Hatton — Lyrics

At the coming of the Spring, All the village bells will ring; Sounding cheerily, For we merrily Welcome in the Spring so fair! Maidens all fresh flowers bring, Laugh and dance and ever sing; Gay and sprightly, Foot it lightly; Let the Spring have welcome rare! At the coming of the Spring, All the village bells will ring; Chiming so cheerily, While we right merrily Welcome back the welcome Spring. When the darkness flyeth, Then morning cometh; When the Winter hieth, Sweet Spring returneth; So, after sorrow, Hail we Hope's dawning, And from the Spring borrow Gladness in the morning! At the coming of the Spring, All the village bells will ring; Sounding cheerily, For we merrily Welcome in the Spring so fair! Maidens all fresh flowers bring, Posies make and garlands fling; Gay and sprightly, Foot it lightly; Let the Spring have welcome rare! At the coming of the Spring, All the merry bells will ring; Chiming so cheerily, While we right merrily Welcome back the welcome Spring.