When evening shadows hideaway|
And morning casts its golden beams.
I stir and wake, rub my sleepy eyes.
And stow away interrupted dreams.
The incredible beauty of the morning
Fairly takes my breath away.
I'm eager to join in the merriment.
Like a child, I long to run and play.
I hear the apple blossoms whisper
And see them dance with silken breeze,
Bright song birds in grand tuxedos
Serenade me from budding trees.
The meadow carpeted with emeralds
Patches of golden-throated daffodils.
How wonderful to witness the sunrise.
And springtime lacy frills.
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