| Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day
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| Heralding a summer’s early sway
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| And all the bulbs all coming in
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| To begin
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| The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
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| Disrupts my reverie again
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| Pegging clothing on the line
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| Training jasmine how to vine
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| Up the arbor to your door
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| And more
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| You’re standing on the landing with the war
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| You shouldered all the night before
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| And once upon it
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| The yellow bonnets
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| Garland all the lawn
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| And you were waking
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| And day was breaking
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| A panoply of song
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| And summer comes to Springville Hill
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| A barony of ivy in the trees
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| Expanding out it’s empire by degrees
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| And all the branches burst a' bloom
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| Into bloom
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| Heaven sent this cardinal, maroon
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| To decorate our living room
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| And once upon it
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| The yellow bonnets
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| Garland all the lawn
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| And you were waking
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| And day was breaking
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| A panoply of song
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| And summer comes to Springville Hill
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| And years from now
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| When this old light isn’t ambling anymore
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| Will I bring myself to write
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| «I give my best to Springville Hill»
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| And once upon it
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| The yellow bonnets
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| Garland all the lawn
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| And you were waking
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| And day was breaking
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| A panoply of song
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| And summer comes to Springville Hill
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| Summer comes to Springville Hill |