Ah, Thou Golden Month of May

Ah, thou golden month of May, Thou comsest, and care flies swift a way; With sunshine and shower, And hawthorn in flower, Thou bring'st new joy to ev'ry day. Moon of hope art thou, Ever welcome Maytime; E'en though thy reign but breif must be. Moon of love and youth, Ever smiling Maytime; Hearts that were sad are made glad by thee. Hearts that were sad By thee are made glad. Ah thou crown of the passing year, No heart can be sad now thou art hear; With sunshine and shower And hawthorn in flower, Tis, ah, for life's golden hour, life's golden days when the heart's in flower. Oh sweet days, oh fleet days of Maytime.