The Summer

1 The crimson clouds across the sky,
A rosy lustre fling.
The wakened birds are soaring high,
With joyful caroling.
A-down the hills, the shining rills
Are singing blithe, and sweet, and gay;
Then join the chime of summer time,
This glad and shining summer day.

2 A thousand flowers their perfume bring,
To scent the morning air.
A thousand buds are opening,
In dewy fragrance fair.
O'er rock and tree, and dancing sea,
The joyous sunbeams gaily play
Then join the chime of summer time
This glad and shining summer day.

3 Oh! break out dull and lifeless chains,
And come and taste the bliss,
That floods the vales, and hills, and plains,
On such a morn as this,
When land and sea are full of glee,
No longer will we idly stray.
Then join the chime of summer time,
This glad and shining summer day.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #16