1 'Tis springtime, 'tis springtime,
Cold winter is past;
Warm breezes are blowing
And May's here at last;
The birds are returning,
Their songs fill the air;
And meadows are smiling
With blossoms so fair.
2 'Tis springtime, 'tis springtime,
All nature's reborn;
Shy flowers, fress grasses
The hillsides adorn;
The orchards and woodlands
With colors are gay,
The glad earth rejoices
Through all the bright day.
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