Plum Blossoms in Spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blithe is the heart that sings to me

Of blossoms in the old plum tree
And sunlight glinting on the sea.
Thank God that heart belongs to me!
 
Sweet is the song of coming Spring
Lilting with joy that young buds bring
And filled with hope to which all cling.
Thank God that is the song I sing.