The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies. ⛅
The merry bells 🔔 ring
To welcome the Spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder 🔊 around,
To the bells'🔔 cheerful sound.
While our sports⚾ shall be seen
On the Echoing green. 🌱

Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak, 
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
'Such, such were the joys,
When we all girls and boys,
In our youth - time ⌚ were seen 👀
On the Echoing Green. 🌱

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And your sports ⚽ have an end :
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds 🐦in their nest,
Are ready for rest :
And sport ⚽ no more seen,
On the darkening Green. 🌳