[Verse 1]
The fairest bloom the mountain knows
Is not an iris or a wild rose
But the little flower of which I'll tell
Known as the brave acony bell

[Verse 2]
Just a simple flower, so small and plain
With a pearly hue and a little known name
But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom
For they know that spring is coming soon

[Verse 3]
Well, it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills
Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills
And it tells the world, "Why should I wait?
This ice and snow is gonna melt away."

[Outro]
And so I'll sing that yellow bird's song
For the troubled times will soon be gone