When the flowers are gaily blooming

1 When the flow'rs are gaily blooming,
When the summer fruits are coming,
When delighted in the spring,
The little birds so sweetly sing,

Chorus:
We will sing, with joy and love,
Of our mercies from above.

2 When the flow'rs are all, all wither'd,
When the summer fruits are gather'd,
When the singing birds are flown,
And the crickets make their moan,

Chorus:
Still we sing, with grateful love,
Of our mercies from above.

3 When, in childhood's playful hours,
We put forth our youthful powers;
When we sport upon the grass,
And quickly make the time to pass,

Chorus:
We will sing, with joy and love,
Of our mercies from above.

4 When in youth benign employments,
Every hour brings new enjoyments,
Hands are strong and eyes are bright,
And all is pleasant to the sight,

Chorus:
We will sing, with joy and love,
Of our mercies from above.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #157