Springtime in dear old Dixie
is the time I love the best.
I've roamed this wide world over,
and it's my pick from all the rest.
Where the apple blossoms blooming,
and the air so fresh and clean,
it's the prize of all the nation,
the prettiest place I've ever seen.
Where the birds sing so sweetly,
wakes you up in early dawn.
The dogwood blossoms blowing,
makes you glad that you were born.
And you met with hearty welcome,
makes you feel so good and then,
The flowers are blooming,
And it's springtime once again.
In the woods you might go strolling,
picking flowers along the way,
then again you could go fishing,
take your lunch and spend the day.
It's a dream the world may end be,
and I hope it never ends,
and it's springtime once again.
Where the birds sing so sweetly,
wakes you up in early dawn
The dog with blouses blowin',
makes you glad that you were born
And you met with hardly welcome,
makes you feel so good and then,
and it's springtime once again.
