SPRING SONG
I too shall sing thy glory, Spring,Oh, season in thyself a song;In every tongue thy name doth ringWith music we remember long.Fruehling! Primavera! Spring!Thy name to whisper is to sing.Why should I seek sweet melodyAnd softly sounding words to sayAll that the spring-time means to me?Why should I make an effort, pray,When Fruehling! primavera! spring!To whisper only is to sing.
I too shall sing thy glory, Spring,Oh, season in thyself a song;In every tongue thy name doth ringWith music we remember long.Fruehling! Primavera! Spring!Thy name to whisper is to sing.Why should I seek sweet melodyAnd softly sounding words to sayAll that the spring-time means to me?Why should I make an effort, pray,When Fruehling! primavera! spring!To whisper only is to sing.
I too shall sing thy glory, Spring,Oh, season in thyself a song;In every tongue thy name doth ringWith music we remember long.Fruehling! Primavera! Spring!Thy name to whisper is to sing.
I too shall sing thy glory, Spring,
Oh, season in thyself a song;
In every tongue thy name doth ring
With music we remember long.
Fruehling! Primavera! Spring!
Thy name to whisper is to sing.
Why should I seek sweet melodyAnd softly sounding words to sayAll that the spring-time means to me?Why should I make an effort, pray,When Fruehling! primavera! spring!To whisper only is to sing.
Why should I seek sweet melody
And softly sounding words to say
All that the spring-time means to me?
Why should I make an effort, pray,
When Fruehling! primavera! spring!
To whisper only is to sing.