From the painted skies of morning
To the starlight of the night,
Whether day is just aborning
Or in fading of the light,
In the summer days of sunshine
Or in winter days of white,
God is bursting out all over,
His awed children to delight
With His awesome show of might.
But the springtime, oh the springtime
Is the best all the seasons.
It is favored by the Father
For He finds so many reasons
To adore it and adorn it
With the beauty of the flowers
That are everywhere in springtime
In the warming springtime hours
Suddenly bathed in springtime showers.