"away with winter's dreary cheer,"
shout loud at last, for spring is here.
You trees put on your bright green coats.
come skip you lambs and young kid goats,
let all creation shout with glee,
"Oh come and praise The Lord with me."
For He has caused the seasons four,
with joys of each, and what is more,
it's He who holds all things together,
so praise Him now, praise Him forever.
