This file includes ages, century, decade, months, seasons, week and weekend, and year. See also Time, Sun, Moon, Stars, and Weather.

Songs about Ages



Songs about Centuries

Songs about Decades

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For specific months see Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter

Through the Year

(Flora Willis Watson)

January falls the snow,
February cold winds blow,
In March peep out the early flowers,
And April comes with sunny showers.

In May the roses bloom so gay,
In June the farmer mows his hay,
In July brightly shines the sun,
In August harvest is begun.

September turns the green leaves brown,
October winds then shake them down,
November fills with bleak and smear,
December comes and ends the year.

A Calendar

(Sara Coleridge)

January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

The Months

(Christina Rossetti)

January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
to flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;

In scorched July
the storm-clouds fly,
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.

Songs about Months

Poems for the Months

Even if you don't intend to make a Perpetual Sentiments Album you might want to look at the file. Many of the verses would go well on a page of miscellaneous photos from a particular month. Or you could do a double page spread of photos to summarize a year at the beginning or end of an album.

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See also Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter


Four Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
There are seasons, four in all.
Weather changes, sun and rain and snow,
Leaves fall down and flowers grow.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
There are seasons, four in all.
Look outside and you will see
Just what season it will be!


Spring is showery,
flowery, bowery;
Summer is hoppy,
croppy, poppy;
Autumn is slippy,
drippy, nippy;
Winter is breezy,
sneezy, freezy.


(Dilys Bennett Laing)

  I walked on a snow-bank that squeaked like leather,
  Or two wooden spoons that you rub together.
         I walked on green moss and brown earth, sprouting
         With little grass blades on their first spring outing.

                I walked on blossoms and cool, green cresses,
                And grass that rustled like silken dresses.
                        I walked on bracken, and dry leaves after,
                        That flamed with color and crackled with laughter.
                               I walked on the earth as the seasons came,
                               And under my feet it was never the same!

Wishing for Tomorrow

(Bob Ohlsen)

To see the tulips peek their heads
To see the green of lawns
To feel the warmth of quiet sunshine
To see the your foals romping
But this is winter and I long for spring.

To have a picnic in the park
To see the harvest fields of grain
To see the visitors to the mountain
To ride horseback up the trails
But this is spring and I long for summer.

To see the changing colors of the leaves
To see the children waiting for the bus
To feel the crispness in the air
To see the frost on the garden
But this is summer and I long for fall.

To see the beautiful banks of snow
To see the Christmas lights on trees
To spend some time on the ski slopes
To enjoy a long President's Day weekend
But this is fall and I long for winter.

To wish for seasons still to come
To wish away one's life.
How much better to enjoy the seasons as they are
Than always wishing for tomorrow.

Songs about Seasons

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Weeks and Weekends


End of the Weekend

(Ogden Nash)

Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy.
You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday.
No wonder you feel that lost sensation.
You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.

Songs about Weeks

Songs about Weekends

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A Year

A year is a circle
Twelve months in a row.
Filled with so much,
To see and to know.
A year is a garland
Four seasons in all.
A spring and a winter;
A summer, a fall.
A year is a ring
Of new days and nights.
Each of them bringing
A thousand delights.
A year is a gift of time . . .
All brand new
And this year is waiting
Especially for you!

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Songs about Years

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