Show WHEN GOOD OLD springtime COMES by alvin L robinson when the sun in beauty at her morning rise with her golden tresses lights the azure skies then I 1 love to linger on oil some quiet strand and behold her influence ocr the smiling land groves of lofty greenwood greenN Nood bowring wring To to the breeze with the feathered song warbling in ili the trees and the rippling waters of the streamlet ilet float neath tile the spreading branches of the forest oak onard glides the streamlet down the valley bed past the blushing lilly hanging I 1 down its head through tho the verdant meadow glittering with dew and ana I 1 stand and wonder what the spring can do |