Upon green leaves it makes a purple show, In May's warmth, it starts to grow. What blooms with grace and fragrant air? In the gardens' bushes, you'll find it there!
Chorus: Lilac, lilac, soft and sweet, Your scent drifts down the street. You bloom when spring is near, And fill the breeze with cheer.
Verse: You bloom in pink or blue, Always purple, lilac too. Your blossoms form in gentle sprays, That catch the light of warmer days. Bees come buzzing near your side, In your scent, they all abide. You sway on branches high, Like soft clouds drifting in the sky.
You grow near garden gates, By walls and fences, paths and plates. Children pick you, arms so wide, And bring your blooms with joy and pride. You mark the end of chill, And climb the slope of every hill. You speak with perfume light, And paint the spring in purple-white.
Chorus: Lilac, lilac, soft and sweet, Your scent drifts down the street. You bloom when spring is near, And fill the breeze with cheer.