Come, hear me sing!

Up in the treetops high

there chirped a little bird,

a bird of a bright, blue shade

and he sang a glorious song.

“Come listen to me,

come hear me sing

to the glory of my King!

The air is fresh

and the grass is green,

come, hear me sing!”

Low in the summer grass

a cricket sings a song,

a cricket brown and green

and he chirped a glorious song.

“Come listen to me,

come hear me sing

to the glory of my King!

The sun is bright

and the water’s warm,

come, hear me sing!”

Under the autumn leaves

scurried a little mouse,

a mouse so small and gray

and he whispered a glorious song.

“Come listen to me

come hear me sing

to the glory of my King!

The evenings are cool

and the tree limbs are sparse,

come, hear me sing!”

In a hollow tree

an owl sits at night,

a dark gray owl is he

and he screams a glorious song.

“Come listen to me

come hear me sing

to the glory of my King!

The snow is cold

and the forest is white

come, hear me sing!”