Lily of the Valley is the birth flower for the month of May. When I sing this song, I imagine being in a rocking chair on the porch of a cabin in the Appalachian Mountains. I hope someday to visit there and do just that.

Lily of the Valley

Lily of the Valley, Lily of the Valley
Lily of the Valley, so sweet to me
Lily of the Valley, Lily of the Valley
Why do you slouch over so modestly?

Oh little my sister, oh little my sister
Oh little my sister, my springtime child
Remember to always, remember to always
Remember to always grow tall and wild

Don’t concentrate on your roots so hard
You’re not as stuck as you think you are
Don’t concentrate on your roots so hard
You’re not as stuck as you think you are

The sky isn’t so heavy, the sky isn’t so heavy
The sky isn’t so heavy, no need for a knell
The clouds do move onwards, the clouds to move onwards
So shake off and jingle your little white bell

Lily of the Valley, Lily of the Valley
Lily of the Valley, so sweet to me
Lily of the Valley, Lily of the Valley
Why do you slouch over so modestly?