A song of spring once more we sing As winter flies away, And changeful hours bring sun and showers To weave a crown for May; With heart and voice we all rejoice, On this returning day. For once again the promise-strain Floats down from days of yore, That fruits of earth shall wake to birth, To bless the toiler's store; Each annual round with bounties crowned, Till time shall be no more. Thee, Lord, we praise for springtide days, And life's yet fairer spring; These golden hours, these opening powers, We in glad service bring, Thine own to be, from sin set free, Our Father, Savior, King.