WHAT word wakes the woodland to music and life? Spring, Spring, ting-a-ling Spring, Ting-a-ling, ring-a-ding Spring. What spell sets all nature in search of a wife? Spring, Spring, ting-a-ling Spring. Far down in a glade where the daffodils blow, Each spear-head uplifted, each helmet aglow, A thousand bright banners are tost in the breeze As the March wind pipes lustily thro' the loud trees— Spring, Spring, ting-a-ling Spring, Ting-a-ling, ring-a-ding Spring. |