[Verse 1]
Little March is here and all of the girls
Receive their twirls of thread
They proudly pin them on their shirts
In a sea of white and red
The colors of the changing
Of the season in the bow
Tie the children to tradition of
A thousand springtimes ago
When grandmothers of grandmothers
Were oh so very young
They welcomed back the spring time
And the cycle pushes on
[Verse 2]
Bring flowers on, bring in the warm
Forget the storm and the night
Little March is here, it will always be
In a sea of red and white
[Verse 3]
Grandmothers of grandmothers
The springs that you have seen
Ae all threaded to each other
With the trinkets in between
Little March is here and all of the girls
Receive their twirls of thread
They proudly pin them on their shirts
In a sea of white and red