Full Lyrics
Come down in the meadow this morning in Summer,
And gather sweet blossoms abloom by the way,
And hear in the woodlands the brown partridge drummer
Beat up his brown soldiers to drill for the day.
O sing in the morning a song that I love,
A song that is sweet as the lark’s above.
The air is astir with a jubilant chorus,
The fields and the woodlands are bright as a smile;
The sky bends so tenderly, lovingly o’er us,
With clouds o’er the hills like gray soldiers in file.
How happy the winds are above and about us!
They laugh out like children in innocent glee;
Let the world and its sorrows go onward without us,
Oh, Summer, the Summer for you and for me.
