Arbor Day Songs



We Love the Trees
We love the grand old trees,
With the Oak, their royal king,
And the Maple, forest queen,
We to her homage bring;
And the Elm, with stately form,
Long withstanding wind and storm,
Pine, low whispering to the breeze,
O, we love the grand old trees!
We love the grand old trees,
The Cedar, bright above the snow,
The Poplar, straight and tall,
And the Willow, weeping low,
Butternut and Walnut, too,
Hickory, so staunch and true,
Basswood, blooming for the bees,
O, we love the grand old trees!

We love the grand old trees,
The Tulip, branching broad and high,
The Beech, with shining robe,
And the Birch, so sweet and shy,
Aged Chestnuts, fair to see,
Holly, bright with Christmas glee,
Laurel, crown for victories,
O, we love the grand old trees!
~ Ada s. Sherwood

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Arbor Day March

Celebrate the Arbor Day
With march and song and cheer,
For the season comes to us
But once in every year;
Should we not remember it,
And make the memory dear,
Memories sweet for this May day.

Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Arbor Day is here;
Hurrah! Hurrah! It gladdens every year,
So we plant a young tree on blithesome Arbor Day,
While we are singing for gladness
~Anonymous

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This is Arbor Day
Arbor Day, Arbor Day,
See, the fields are fresh and green,
All is bright, cheerful sight,
After winter's night
Birds are flying in the air,
All we see is fresh and fair;
Bowers green now are seen,
Flowers peep between.

Swaying trees, swaying trees,
Rocking gently in the breeze,
Dressed so gay, fine array,
For this is Arbor Day.
While we plant our trees so dear,
All the others list to hear
How we sing, in the spring,
And our voices ring.

Here we stand, here we stand,
Round the tree, a royal band;
Music floats, cheering notes,
Sweetly, gaily floats.
March along with heads so high
While our tree is standing nigh;
Step away, light and gay,
On this Arbor Day
~Anonymous

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