The Merry,
Merry Month of May
Let’s
hope it will be a merry month and that the sun shines more than momentarily.
We roamed the fields and river sides
When we were young and gay;
We chased the bees and plucked the flowers
In the merry, merry month of May.
Chorus:
Oh, yes, with ever changing sports
We whiled the hours away;
The skies were bright,
Our hearts were light
In the merry, merry month of May.
With blithe and joyful ring;
We built our huts of mossy stones
And we dabbled in the hillside spring.
Chorus:
We joyed to meet and grieved to part,
We sighed when night came on;
We went to rest with longing heart
For the coming of the bright day dawn.
Chorus:
