All the happy children, gladly join our song,
Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong
Birds are brightly singing, leaves are opening wide,
Flower bells are ringing forth on every side.

All the happy children, gladly join our song,
Rising to the Father, in a chorus strong.

See the sky above us, spread so warm and blue,
So God’s love is reaching over me and you
Father, dear we thank Thee for long summer days,
For the birds and flowers, for the grassy ways.

All the happy children thank Thee, Father dear,
For this day for children out of all the year.
We will still remember we are Thine alone;
He Who made the summer made us every one.

"Let the little children come unto me, and do not forbid them; for the kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these."