A flowery prince dressed so fine, In a yellow hat, he will shine. Verses about spring he’ll recite, Who is he, in petals bright?
Chorus: Daffodil, with trumpet high, Calling spring to paint the sky. Not for gold or fleeting thrill, But for the hush your silence fills.
Verse: You sprout when snow begins to melt, Among green shoots, your crown is felt. Like sunshine bursting through the gray, You lead the dance of spring in May. You nod in breeze but do not fall, You’re first to answer season’s call. In garden beds or on the hill, The world delights in daffodil!
Chorus: Daffodil, with trumpet high, Calling spring to paint the sky. Not for gold or fleeting thrill, But for the hush your silence fills.
Verse: Your trumpet shape plays silent tunes, That wake the bees and call the loons. A golden torch in early hours, You light the path with laughing flowers. You cluster close in yellow bands, As if you hold the sun in hands. A sign that winter’s spell will break, You stir the streams and trees awake.
Chorus: Daffodil, with trumpet high, Calling spring to paint the sky. Not for gold or fleeting thrill, But for the hush your silence fills.