Song for Spring (2010)

This is the time for youths to sing
And spend their slender hours
In gardens, blooming for their king,
Sweet Spring, among the flowers.

And each his favourite blossom dons,
And each adorns her dress;
They frolic on the waking lawns,
Their joy they can’t suppress!

One picks a daisy from the land,
He loves her innocence;
One takes carnations from his hand,
A married couple hence.

One boy walks off with petals blue,
Forget-me-nots, for one
Who almost loved but bid adieu,
And left his heart undone.

There goes the girl with lilied hair
And juniper on her wrist;
Whoever woos her should despair,
For she will not be kissed!

This is the time for youths to sing
And spend their slender hours
In gardens, blooming for their king,
Sweet Spring, among the flowers.

The boys and girls now dance and sing,
Delighting in the hour,
And round one maid they make a ring
And give to her a flower.

To her they give high beauty’s bloom,
The garden’s luscious queen,
A blushing bloom of sweet perfume,
A heart that’s ever green.

For loveliness, she is a rose,
A rose she is with reason;
Her verdant splendour warmly glows,
The crown of this fair season.

And now the garden is complete,
Spring’s court is strewn with bliss;
The queen, sweet rose, makes all replete,
Now nothing is amiss.

This is the time for youths to sing
And spend their slender hours
In gardens, blooming for their king,
Sweet Spring, among the flowers.