In fields where golden light does spill,
The daffodils begin their dance.
With petals bright, they sway at will,
In spring’s sweet, tender, warm romance.

Beneath the sky of azure blue,
Their yellow heads in unison nod.
A sea of gold in morning dew,
They praise the earth, they praise the sod.

Each bloom a sunbeam, soft and fair,
They whisper secrets to the breeze.
In fragrant waves, they fill the air,
With joy and hope, they aim to please.

Oh, daffodils in springtime’s glow,
Your beauty graces every view.
With humble hearts, we watch you grow,
And find in you a love that’s true.