Warm ov­er the skies the sun­shine lies,
The birds and buds are here;
Valley and hill with rap­ture thrill
As love­ly spring draws near.
Each lit­tle brook, with hap­py look,
Goes sing­ing to the sea;
Now win­ter’s fierce hand with­draws from the land,
The fields once more are freed.

From sleep­ing in dark, the root­lets hark
To hear the south winds blow;
Out of the mould, away from the cold,
The grass be­gins to grow.
Now on the streams the gold­en beams
Of warm­er days ap­pear;
O love­ly spring, what joy you bring
The East­er time is here.

Now free­dom I bring, says joy­ous Spring,
’Tis free­dom for you to­day;
Rise to the light, as day from night,
For death has passed away.
Freedom I bring, and bid ye sing,
Of Him who lov­eth all;
Rise, hap­py hearts, for night de­parts,
O hear the East­er call.