It is summer! It is summer! How beautiful it looks!
There is sunshine on the old gray hills, and sunshine on the brooks.
A singing-bird on ev'ry bough, soft perfumes on the air,
a happy smile on each young lip and gladness ev'rywhere.
Of kies een abonnement:
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
Zingen
Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Ukelele spelen
25 oktober 2026
Zingen
Koordag
29 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Bamboefluit bouwen
1 november 2026
Dans & beweging
Bewegend zingen met kleuters
8 november 2026
Zingen
Zingen met je klas
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Oh! Is it not a pleasant thing to wander through the woods,
to look upon the painted flowers and watch the opening buds;
or seated in the deep cool shade at some tall ash-tree's root,
to fill my little basket with the sweet and scented fruit?
to look upon the painted flowers and watch the opening buds;
or seated in the deep cool shade at some tall ash-tree's root,
to fill my little basket with the sweet and scented fruit?
3.
They tell me that my father's poor, that is no grief to me
when such a blue and brilliant sky my upturn'd eye can see.
They tell me, too, that richer girls can sport with toy and gem;
it may be so, and yet, methinks, I do not envy them.
when such a blue and brilliant sky my upturn'd eye can see.
They tell me, too, that richer girls can sport with toy and gem;
it may be so, and yet, methinks, I do not envy them.
4.
When forth I go upon my way, a thousand toys are mine,
the clusters of dark violets, the wreaths of the wild vine;
my jewels are the primrose pale, the bindweed and the rose
and shew me any courtly gem more beautiful than those.
the clusters of dark violets, the wreaths of the wild vine;
my jewels are the primrose pale, the bindweed and the rose
and shew me any courtly gem more beautiful than those.
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And then the fruit! The glowing fruit, how sweet the scent it breathes!
I love to see its crimson cheek rest on the bright green leaves!
Summer's own gift of luxury, in which the poor may share,
the wild-wood fruit my eager eye is seeking everywhere.
I love to see its crimson cheek rest on the bright green leaves!
Summer's own gift of luxury, in which the poor may share,
the wild-wood fruit my eager eye is seeking everywhere.
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Oh! Summer is a pleasant time, with all its sounds and sights;
it's dewy mornings, balmy eves and tranquil calm delights.
I sigh when first I see the leaves fall yellow on the plain
and all the winter long I sing: "Sweet summer, come again!"
it's dewy mornings, balmy eves and tranquil calm delights.
I sigh when first I see the leaves fall yellow on the plain
and all the winter long I sing: "Sweet summer, come again!"