“Give,” said the little stream, “Give, oh, give; give, oh, give.” “Give,” said the little stream, As it hurried down the hill. “I’m small, I know, but wherever I go, Give, oh, give; give, oh, give— I’m small, I know, but wherever I go, The fields grow greener still.”
Refrain: Singing, singing on your way, “Give away, give away”; Singing, singing on your way, “Give, oh, give away.”
“Give,” said the little rain, “Give, oh, give; give, oh, give.” “Give,” said the little rain, As it fell upon the flow’rs. “I’ll raise the drooping heads again, Give, oh, give; give, oh, give— I’ll raise the drooping heads again With refreshing summer show’rs.”
“Give,” said the violet sweet, “Give, oh, give; give, oh, give.” “Give,” said the violet sweet, In its gentle, spring-like voice. “From cot and hall they will hear my call, Give, oh, give; give, oh, give— From cot and hall they will hear my call, They will find me and rejoice.”
“Give,” said the Savior dear, “Give, oh, give; give, oh, give.” “Give,” said the Savior dear; “For your blessings come from heav’n.” More joy is ours as our gifts we share, Give, oh, give; give, oh, give— More joy is ours as our gifts we share, And give as God has giv’n.
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