The little birds warble their song in the tree,
Chee-chee, whee-whee, whee-whee;
Their song is the sweetest music to me,
Chee-chee, whee-whee, whee-whee.

In the morning you hear them sing before day,
Especially in the beautiful mornings of May,
When flowers are all blooming with fragrance so sweet,
And the earth represents a glorious green sheet.

Then our hearts all rejoice that winter has flown,
And spring has appeared in it's beautiful gown,
To make the heart happy of the sad and forlorn,
Then you will hear the birds singing their song.

When we think of the birds and the loving care
That God gives them through the winter and spares them to sing,
And much more attention he has given to man.

Why not love God and trust him as only man can,
And he will teach us to sing in that beautiful land
Sweeter songs than the birds ever sang.

Now evening appears and the birds' songs are hushed,
They have flown to the trees and couched in their nests,
They have spent a remarkable day.

Just as the birds' little voices are hushed,
Just so will ours in the night of our lives,
And may it be said of us just as of the birds,
That we have made someone happy today.

This world is a forest, a flower field, a grove,
And it is tenderly cared for by love,
God is the father of this beautiful land,
And dwells with the angels above.

Let us make it our business to be like the birds,
To make every heart happy we meet,
Then when time is no longer with us on the earth
We will worship at our Savior's feet.