| lyric | Springtime lets its azure band
Gaily flutter, gaily flutter,
soft aire blowing
Perfumes well remembered, flowing
Now intoxicate the land.
Violets dreaming now,
Soon will be appearing.
Hark, a harp tone soft and low!
Springtime, yes, ’tis thou,
Thou, thou art surely nearing:
Springtime lets its azure band
Gaily flutter. |