Come, little sister, 'tis time to arise,
The sun has arisen to brighten the skies;
Every bird is singing high,--
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Merrily, merrily, those in the tree,
Bluebird and Robin, are singing to me;
Round the window see them fly,--
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Glad little robin, you never can know
Who is the Maker who fashioned you so;
Yet you cannot weep nor sigh,--
Birds are glad, and so am I.
He who created the birds of the air,
Surely will keep me from trouble and care;
He has taught the birds to fly,--
Birds are glad, and so am I.