1 All along the hedgerows, nodding in the sun,
Come the little flow'rs, one by one;
In our path we meet them, And their modest grace
Lends joy and charm to ev'ry place.

Chorus:
Fair as a lily, joyous and free,
True as the wild flowers we should be!
Speaking words of comfort,
Singing ev'ry hour,
Just like the pretty, sweet wild flow'r.

2 Buttercups and daisies, dandelions too,
Smiling in the morning, wet with dew!
Oh, the wondrous beauty of these blossoms fair,
Which tell us of God's tender care! [Chorus]