Easter-Time
The little flowers came through the ground,
At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
They raised their heads and looked around,
At happy Easter-time.
And every pretty bud did say,
“Good people, bless this holy day;
For Christ is risen, the angels say,
This happy Easter-time.”
The scarlet lily raised its cup,
At Easter-time, at Easter-time;
The crocus to the sky looked up,
At happy Easter-time.
“We hear the song of heaven!” they say;
“Its glory shines on us to-day,
Oh! may it shine on us alway,
At happy Easter-time.”
’Twas long and long and long ago,
That Easter-time, that Easter-time;
But still the scarlet lilies blow
At happy Easter-time.
And still each little flower doth say,
“Good Christians, bless this holy day;
For Christ is risen, the angels say,
At blessed Easter-time.”