(German folk tune, Lyricist unknown)
Oh how cold the winter weather,
All is sorrowful and drear,
And the north wind whistles rudely,
No bright sunbeam shineth near.
Could I hasten to the mountains,
Could I see the valley green,
I would lie down ’mid the flowers,
While the sun peeped in between.
Quickly come in all thy beauty,
Lovely springtime, come again!
Bring us flowers, shade and singing,
Brighten every hill and plain.
Yes, O spring, we love thee truly,
Come in all thy bright array,
Bring us soon thy love and glory,
Song and pleasure, dance and play.
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