[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