Little Birds Are Singing

Little birds are sing­ing

In the lea­fy trees;

Little flow­ers are wav­ing

In the gen­tle breeze.

In the sun­ny mea­dows

There are lambs at play;

And the bees are work­ing

Gladly all the day.

Lord

Thy lit­tle child­ren

Sweet as flow­ers would be

Pouring forth the frag­rance

Of their lives to Thee.

Teach us

well and glad­ly

All our tasks to do;

Let us al­ways please Thee

In our play­time

too.

Like the birds so hap­py

We Thy prais­es sing

While to Thee

O Sav­ior

Loving hearts we bring.