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Walk softly in springtime, to hear the grass sing
its whispering carols to Jesus our king;
to see the new flowers bright colors display;
to tell all the children of glad Easter day.
Sing gently in springtime, and join with the birds,
who warble their music, a song without words,
that floats through the air and that reaches the sky,
a message of love to the Father on high.
Praise gladly in springtime when earth seems to glow
with new life and color in all things that grow;
for all nature's children are happy to say,
"Rejoice, for the Savior is risen today."
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