The flowers are blooming everywhere

The flowers are blooming everywhere

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1 The flowers are blooming everywhere,
On every hill and dale;
And O, how beautiful they are,
How sweetly do they smell!
The little brooks, they dance along,
And look so glad and gay,
I love to hear their pleasant song,
And feel as glad as they.

2 The young lambs bleat and frisk about,
The bees hum round the hive,
The butterflies are coming out;--
'Tis good to be alive.
See yonder bird spread out his wings,
And mount the clear blue skies,
And hark! how merrily he sings,
As far away he flies.

3 Then I'll go forth, and laugh, and play,
And let my cheerful voice,
With fields, and brooks, and merry May,
Aloud, aloud rejoice.
I would not check my bounding mirth,
Nor feel the least alloy,
For He who made the blooming earth,
Delights to see our joy.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #25b

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First Line: The flowers are blooming everywhere
Copyright: Public Domain

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Linden Harp #d139

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Linden Harp #25b

Songs for the Little Ones at Home #d190

The Little Hymn Book #d69

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