A song of the four seasons

When Spring comes laughing

By vale and hill,

By wind-flower walking

And daffodil,-

Sing stars of morning,

Sing morning skies,

Sing blue of speedwell,-

And my Love's eyes.

When comes the Summer,

Full-leaved and strong,

And gay birds gossip

The orchard long,-

Sing hid, sweet honey

That no bee sips;

Sing red, red roses,-

And my Love's lips.

When Autumn scatters

The leaves again,

And piled sheaves bury

The broad-wheeled wain,-

Sing flutes of harvest

Where men rejoice;

Sing rounds of reapers,-

And my Love's voice.

But when comes Winter

With hail and storm,

And red fire roaring

And ingle warm,-

Sing first sad going

Of friends that part;

Then sing glad meeting,-

And my Love's heart.