Oh, Spring is here, and all the air,
	Is scented with a fragrance fine,
The cardinals too, have built their nest,
	In the same old bouganbills vine.

The mockingbird is sitting high,
	And sweetly o’er the air you here,
His happy song from morn till night,
	Telling the world that Spring is here.

The March winds blow with mournful cry,
	The earth is wet with chilly rain,
But blue as sunny skies in June,
	Are violets down the grassy lane.

Let March winds blow and rains come down,
	And cloudy skies frown dark and drear,
Not these can hide the magic charm,
	That comes when fragrant Spring is here.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
March 22, 1930

Copyright Roy Richard