Early in the spring br Not a leaf has struck the ground br The swallow has yet to sing br And the plowmen are no where to be found br br Early in the spring br The forest stands still br And no creature dare come out br Before the sun rises o’er the hill br br Early in the spring br The valley holds the morning dew br And its serenity may be captured br By only a certain few br br Early in the spring br The trees turn, brown to green br Many changes occur br But few can be seen br br Early in the spring br Or in the latter of fall br No matter the change of season br The evergreen stands tallbr br James Kentbr br