Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers!
Coming in the springtime,
To tell of sunny hours;
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.
Welcome, yellow buttercups!
Welcome, daisies white!
Ye are, to my spirit,
Beautiful and bright,—
Coming in the springtime,
Of sunny hours to tell,
Speaking to our hearts of Him
Who doeth all things well.
