The beauty of the springtime
Is so lovely to behold,
But springtime in the Smokies
Has a beauty yet untold.
The tiny leaves start peeping
From beneath the mountain soil,
And stretch their arms up slowly
To engulf the sun so full.
Flowers start appearing
In a very bright array,
And make a lovely Carpet
Where the children always play.
The sweet nectar of the flowers
Drifting on the summer breeze;
The mountain stark against the skies
The happy heart to please.
Spring gives hope for new beginnings,
Lifts the gloom from weary hearts,
Gives us time to pause and ponder
Our life, in its many parts.
Yes, our hearts should be rejoicing
And loud praised we should sing,
For there’s nothing quite as lovely
As the Smokies in the spring.
copyright © 1978 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
