Fair Springtide

Fair Springtide cometh once again -

Stirs the sap in lonely trees

To wake again the bitter joy of love -

That mortal eye ne'er sees,

The bitter joy of love -

Why waken those who sleep so sound -

Why cause again the tears to flow.

Ah, Springtide thou dost touch the quick

Of ev'ry creature here below.

Ah Springtide! Ah Springtide!

Why waken those who sleep so sound

And cause the tears to flow.

Yet though the tears be bitter-sweet,

They come like soothing Summer rain

And lo! the mournful desert heart

Grows green with love-lorn pain again.