when spring returns her dress is yellow

bluebell garlands round her ankles

snowdrops scattered in her hair

where she walks the buds burst forth

daffodils her orchestra

could any maiden be more fair?

the sky is blue, the breeze is gentle

all is fresh and new again

birdsong fills the sweet soft air

life renews in endless cycle

gone the bitter cold and darkness

away, away with winter care

soon the meadow banks will fill

with the flowers of warmer days

i will rest, for dreaming, there