When roses from their sleep awake

1 When roses from their sleep awake,
And of the earth a garden make,
When woodlands into singing break,
We hail the Children's Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children's Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children's day.

2 When sunbeams thro' the cloudlets peep,
And daisies o'er the meadows creep,
When streamlets to the ocean leap,
We hail the Children's Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children's Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children's day.

3 When Nature's voices sweetly ring,
In praise of Christ the mighty King,
When all things heav'nly tidings bring,
We hail the Children's Day!
Hail! Queen of Summer, Bright Children's Day;
Gather the blossoms in rich array;
Perfume of flowers brightens the way,
Hail! Queen of summer, Bright Children's day.

Source: The Voice of Praise: a compilation of the very best sacred songs for use in Sunday Schools and praise services #222