Old Hymns and Songs (Part III)

I don’t even know the title of this one:

Down in the meadow, deep, deep, deep,
Where little sunbeams wink and peep,
Under the grasses, hiding low,
There’s where the dear little violets grow.

Up in the alder tree, tree, tree,
Peek and a tiny nest you will see,
Swung by the breezes to and fro;
There’s where the dear little birdies grow.

Up in the nursery, neat, neat, neat,
I hear the sound of wee, wee feet;
Sweet little voices chirp and crow;
There’s where the dear little babies grow.

I may add to this title later, if I can get some more songs from my sisters. They may remember ones that I don’t.

(Orignally posted September 4, 2006)