[Verse 1] The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, bring promise of merry sunshine As we merrily dance and we sing, tra-la, we welcome the hope that they bring, tra-la Of a summer of roses and wine, of a summer of roses and wine And that's what we mean when we say that a thing Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, the flowers that bloom in the spring Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la [Verse 2] The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, have nothing to do with the case For I've got to take under my wing, tra-la, a most unattractive old thing, tra-la With a caricature of a face, with a caricature of a face And that's what I mean when I say all I sing Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la, oh, bother the flowers of spring Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
