There is no winter here!
With joy we hail October showers,
That bring us bright and fragrant flowers.
Poinsettias glow with scarlet pride,
That always cheer the Christmas-tide,
When Santa doth appear.
There is no winter here!
With king Zeus's rain and sunshine's mirth,
All seeds spring forth from mother earth,
Soon hills and valleys clad in green,
Blend with the shrub and foliage sheen,
And buttercups appear.
There is no winter here!
We see it only far away,
On mountain tops in white array,
On which the sunbeam's evening glow,
A wondrous rose-tint doth bestow,
That doth the valleys cheer!
There is no winter here!
The hyacinth of various hue,
And fragrant violets fresh and blue,
Chrysanthemums for cheerfulness,
And roses in all loveliness,
We cherish and revere.
There is no winter here!
The golden orange bright and sweet,
In all its taste and form replete,
The lemon and the orange bloom,
Exhale sweet nectarious perfume,
That fills the atmosphere.
There is no winter here!
The meadow larks return again,
With morning calls and sweet refrain.
Sweet notes of mockingbirds do ring,
Both night and day in caroling,
We dearly love to hear.
There is no winter here!
What joy and pleasure are revealed,
With children in a poppy field.
Grand nature doth its power unfold,
And energies of young and old;
With angels all compeer.
