Thou beauteous spring

Thou beauteous spring, ye perfumed flow'rs,

o sweetest song of nightingales,

thou highest joy, thou deepest grief,

thou holy blessed tone from heav'n,

I love thee, love with all my heart.

And when I gaze into thine eyes,

thy lovely arms about me clasped,

then moved by thy sweet glowing kiss

ecstatic thrills run thro' and thro'.

Then not a word can pass my lips

except continually to sing:

Thou beauteous spring, ye perfumed flow'rs,

o sweetest song of nightingales,

thou highest joy, thou deepest grief,

thou holy blessed tone from heav'n,

I love thee, love with all my heart.