Arbor Day
Arbor Day, Arbor Day,
See, the fields are fresh and green;
All is bright cheerful sight,
After Winter’s night.
Birds are flying in the air,
All we see is fresh and fair;
Bowers green, now are seen,
Flowers peep between.
Swaying trees, swaying trees,
Rocking gently in the breeze,
Dressed so gay, fine array,
For this Arbor Day
While we plant our tree so dear,
All the others list to hear,
How we sing, in the spring,
And our voices ring.
Here we stand, here we stand,
Round the tree, a royal band;
Music floats, cheering notes,
Sweetly, gaily floats.
March along with heads so high,
While our tree is standing nigh;
Step away, light and gay,
On this Arbor Day.
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of “Lightly Row”
Arbor Day, Arbor Day,
See, the fields are fresh and green;
All is bright cheerful sight,
After Winter’s night.
Birds are flying in the air,
All we see is fresh and fair;
Bowers green, now are seen,
Flowers peep between.
Swaying trees, swaying trees,
Rocking gently in the breeze,
Dressed so gay, fine array,
For this Arbor Day
While we plant our tree so dear,
All the others list to hear,
How we sing, in the spring,
And our voices ring.
Here we stand, here we stand,
Round the tree, a royal band;
Music floats, cheering notes,
Sweetly, gaily floats.
March along with heads so high,
While our tree is standing nigh;
Step away, light and gay,
On this Arbor Day.
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of “Lightly Row”