A lily of the valley in a garden grown,
Many are the years she's lived and known,
She knows how to love and all love her,
This lily of the valley born once a year.

She delights in the day and spreads out her arms,
And the sun bestows upon her his golden charms,
But on some summer's day she shall wilt away,
And to bloom she shall wait till some day in May.

The lily of the valley she said loud and clear,
"I leave all my friends, as summer draws near.
Yet don't fear at all," to her friends she did say,
"I shall return to you when spring is today."