Hour of Singing

We love to make sweet music,
To make our voices ring,
And we are always happy
When comes the hour to sing.

Oh come and let us sing, then,
Like birds that fly away,
And look as bright as dew drops
In warm and sunny May.

We’ll sing of love and kindness,
We’ll sing of home, and school,
We’ll sing of morning, midday,
And evening breezes, cool.

And while we sing so cheerful,
We’ll better grow each day,
And then our songs of pleasure
Will never fade away.