I would not die in Spring time

I would not die in Spring time

When all is bright around,

And fair young flowers are peeping

From out the silent ground,

When life is on the water

And joy upon the shore;

For winter gloomy winter

Then reigns o'er us no more.

I would not die in Summer

When music's on the breeze,

And soft, delicious murmurs

Float ever through the trees,

And fairy birds and singing

From morn till close of day

No: with its transient glories

I would not pass away.

When breezes leave the mountain,

Its balmy sweet all o'er

To breath around the fountain

And fan our bowers no more.

With Summer flowers are dying

Within the lonely glen,

And Autumn winds are sighing

I would not perish then.

But let me die in Winter

When night hangs dark above,

And cold the snow is lying

On bosoms that we love

Ah! may the wind at midnight,

That bloweth from the sea,

Chant mildly, softly, sweetly

A requiem for me.