Snowbells

It is not the ear that hears the sweetness 
of music, but the soul.
Jeremy Taylor

Snowbells, Snowbells,

Ringing 'cross a thousand hills,

Ringing out the brown and in the green.

Wave goodbye to winter's dreary scene.

Snowbells, what say you?

"Listen now; you know it's true

Winter's gone the birds are singing;

Everywhere you look—it's springing."

Snowbells, snowbells
Ringing, chiming, show-bells,
Blooming beside the pasture gate
Calling us now— let's celebrate!