Freedom I Bring

Warm ov­er the skies the sun­shine lies

The birds and buds are here;

Valley and hill with rap­ture thrill

As love­ly spring draws near.

Each lit­tle brook

with hap­py look

Goes sing­ing to the sea;

Now win­ter’s fierce hand with­draws from the land

The fields once more are freed.

From sleep­ing in dark

the root­lets hark

To hear the south winds blow;

Out of the mould

away from the cold

The grass be­gins to grow.

Now on the streams the gold­en beams

Of warm­er days ap­pear;

O love­ly spring

what joy you bring

The East­er time is here.

Now free­dom I bring

says joy­ous Spring

’Tis free­dom for you to­day;

Rise to the light

as day from night

For death has passed away.

Freedom I bring

and bid ye sing

Of Him who lov­eth all;

Rise

hap­py hearts

for night de­parts

O hear the East­er call.