Stretch your arms and spread your wings, Spring is here to stay. Sing a song and swirl around, winter's gone away. Sunlight shimmers, dew drops glimmer, The valley echoes with song. The blue brook murmurs, the cool breeze whispers, Come, let's sing along! Sparrows chirping, peacocks dancing, butterflies bounce in glee. Blue-bells bobbing, bees a-buzzing, come and dance with me! Leaves are sprouting, squirrels shuffling, The cuckoo trills in delight Marigolds flaming, roses blushing, Spring, you're a welcome sight. 
stɹɛtʃ jɔɹ ɑɹmz ʌnd spɹɛd jɔɹ wɪŋz, spɹɪŋ ɪz hiɹ tu steɪ. sɪŋ ʌ sɔŋ ʌnd swɜ˞l ɜ˞aʊnd, wɪntɜ˞'ɛs ɡɔn ʌweɪ. sʌnlaɪt ʃɪmɜ˞z, du dɹɑps ɡlɪmɜ˞, ðʌ væli ɛkoʊz wɪð sɔŋ. ðʌ blu bɹʊk mɜ˞mɜ˞z, ðʌ kul bɹiz wɪspɜ˞z, kʌm, lɛt'ɛs sɪŋ ʌlɔŋ! spɛɹoʊz tʃɜ˞pɪŋ, pikɑks dænsɪŋ, bʌtɜ˞flaɪz baʊns ɪn ɡli. blu-bɛlz bɑbɪŋ, biz ʌ-bʌzɪŋ, kʌm ʌnd dæns wɪð mi! livz ɑɹ spɹaʊtɪŋ, skwɜ˞ʌlz ʃʌflɪŋ, ðʌ kʌku  ɪn dɪlaɪt mɛɹʌɡoʊldz fleɪmɪŋ, ɹoʊzɪz blʌʃɪŋ, spɹɪŋ, ju'ɹeɪ ʌ wɛlkʌm saɪt. 
 Indian's voice is monotone and slightly slow in delivery, with a very clear and close-sounding recording.