To Springtime my song I utter

To Springtime my song I utter,

that back to us he may flutter,

both laden with fancies sweet

in friendly affection meet.

They smile and the sun is brightened;

old winter is scared and frightened;

to join them the brook comes bubbling,

his spirit the song is troubling,

and, chased from their secret bowers,

light winds bring the breath of flowers.

To Springtime my song I utter!