Ring-time

If all the year were spring-time,

And skies were always blue,

Oh, then in pretty ring-time

I'd roam about with you;

By springing corn and clover'

By meadows fresh with dew,

I'd roam the wide world over

And sing my songs to you!

If all the year were spring-time,

And fairy tales were true,

Oh, then in happy ring-time

I'd give my heart to you;

My heart, so wildly beating,

Would thrill to life anew,

My lips, your fond lips meeting,

Would breathe my love to you!