The world has thrown its clothes away—
The winter winds, the rain, the cold—
And wears a cloak of sunshine, bold
And clear and shining all the day.
Now every creature's come to say
That new clothes have replaced the old:
The world has thrown its clothes away.
The winter winds, the rain, the cold
Are gone, and every stream must play
In finery the sun's unrolled
With silver sequins, coins of gold.
All waters spangle, ray by ray.
The world has thrown its clothes away.
The winter winds, the rain, the cold—
And wears a cloak of sunshine, bold
And clear and shining all the day.
Now every creature's come to say
That new clothes have replaced the old:
The world has thrown its clothes away.
The winter winds, the rain, the cold
Are gone, and every stream must play
In finery the sun's unrolled
With silver sequins, coins of gold.
All waters spangle, ray by ray.
The world has thrown its clothes away.
