Where They Grow

I posted this some time ago on my blog, but it was incomplete. Since then, I found it on the internet. I will post it first as I found it on the internet:

WHERE THEY GROW.

DOWN in the valley, deep, deep, deep,
Where little sunbeams wink and peep,
Under the grasses hiding low —
There's where the dear little violets grow.

Out in the meadow, bright, bright, bright,
Close by the clovers red and white,
With heart of gold, and a fringe of snow —
There's where the dear little daisies grow.

Up in the sycamore tree, tree, tree.
Peep — and a tiny nest you'll see,
Swung by the breezes to and fro,
There's where the dear little birdlings grow.

Up in the nursery, neat, neat, neat.
Hear the patter of wee, wee feet —
Hear little voices chirp and crow —
There's where the dear little babies grow.

Here is a slightly changed version that more closely reflects the way I learned it, and makes it flow more smoothly:

WHERE THEY GROW.

DOWN in the valley, deep, deep, deep,
Where little sunbeams wink and peep,
Under the grasses hiding low —
There's where the dear little violets grow.

Out in the meadow, bright, bright, bright,
Close by the clovers red and white,
With heart of gold, and fringe of snow —
There's where the dear little daisies grow.

Up in the alder tree, tree, tree.
Peep — 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.