In the hills and grass meadows
Burst the crocus of Calgary
Sacred bloom of the prairies
Furry flowers of spring
Busy city surrounds them
In their moment of glory
Though most people don’t notice
Warmer weather they bring
And the winds from the foothills
Kiss the crocus of Calgary
Last old snow from the blizzards
Hug new flowers goodbye
Spring infusion their mission
Soon they’re gone for the season
Crocus colours remaining
Springtime hues now fill sky
