Blow, breeze of spring!

Blow, breeze of spring!

Blow soft and ring

The snowdrop bells, that they may bring

From their beds the flowerets fair!

Ringing soft -- prepare! prepare!

'Tis time to rise,

With smiling eyes,

The bridegroom sun is in the skies!

Blow, breeze of spring!

Blow soft and ring

The snowdrop bells that they may bring

Flowers on her bride-path to fling,

Flowers to her who is my spring,

To bid her rise,

With smiling eyes,

Her bridal sun is in the skies!