We swim and shout in glee,
While the ships on the river sail on.
How time flies and the morning is gone.
We leap and prance about
And we sing by the Riverside drive.
Thus we play and we eat and we thrive.
THE FLEET (1945)
A long line of ships,
War-scarred in glory smothered
On navy's glad day.
SPRING IS BUDDING
Why is the sun ashining
And all the faces glad?
Why are the buds abursting
And not, a thing is sad?
I hear the sparrow twittering
Her sweet old melody.
Darling the spring is budding
In all her ecstasy.
Spring and the sun are smiling
To bring the leaves and cress.
Love in the heart is waking
To give us happiness.
I hear the lark awarbling
Her sweet old melody.
And too my heart is singing
In happy ecstasy.