Spring

When spring comes in all green things that grow
A new pulse of life beats warmly all aglow
Long are the golden days

So fragrant and moist
The gentle zephyrs blow
Why should the flowers
Alone make haste to go?
So swift to depart
From those who them so

When spring comes in all green things that grow
A new pulse of life beats warmly here all aglow
Long are the golden days

So fragrant and moist
The gentle zephyrs glow
Why should the flowers
Alone make haste to go?
So swift to depart
From those who them so