For I remember it is Easter morn,
And life and love and peace are all new born.
I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!
Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all
the glad New-year;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the
maddest merriest day;
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May.