Come through the Woodlands
Come through the Springtime woods,
Where leaves are palest green,
As young and tender they unfold
Where sticky buds had been,
And daffodills beneath the trees,
Dance merrily on every breeze.
Come through the Summer woods;
The trees are richer now.
They rustle leaves of deeper green
On every branch and bough.
And as you walk the path along,
The nightingale sings lifting song.
Come through the Autumn woods,
Where charming change is found.
And dancing leaves of pretty shades
Come fluttering to the ground.
And berries red shine rosily
On prickly bush and waving tree.
Come through the Winter woods;
Though they in darkness lie.
Their branches show in silhouettes,
Against the stormy sky.
And on the pathyway here below,
Are tracks and footprints in the snow.
Come through the woodlands now,
This very time of day.
And see the riches of the Lord
In blossom, leaf and spray.
For everything the woodlands share
Displays His glory everywhere.
