1 They’re nodding in the meadow grass,
The blossoms, bright and gay,
With cheerful faces lighted up,
To greet this happy day.
Chorus:
Blooming, blooming, thro’ the shining summer hours;
Trusting, trusting God who makes the fragrant flow’rs.
2 Where perfume breezes float along,
They swing their tiny bells;
Each flower, in its own sweet way,
Of God, the Father, tells. [Chorus]
3 Thro’ all the golden summertime,
There’s beauty ev’rywhere;
Come, happy children, praise the Lord,
Who makes the world so fair. [Chorus]
Source: Sunday School Voices, No.2 #185