Full Lyrics
The sweet young flowers of early spring,
Are beautiful to me;
And bright the many stars that shine,
Upon the calm blue sea;
But gentle smiles and loving hearts,
And hands to clasp my own,
Are better than the brightest flowers,
Or stars that ever shone.
The sun may warm the grass to life,
The dews the drooping flower,
And eyes grow bright and watch the light,
Of autumn’s opening hour;
But gentle smiles of tenderness,
And smiles we know are true,
Are warmer than the summer time,
And brighter than the dew.
