"Early spring, early spring,"
The morning frost has started to ring.
Warmth, and sunshine, and sweet gentle rain,
Will hearken once more to creation's refrain.
A quiet whisper the warm winds bring;
“Early spring, early spring.”
The season’s chill has begun to break.
Now begins the work with spade and rake.
Little shoots and sprouts of green,
Under Autumn’s leaves are seen.
Crocuses and Snowdrops sing,
"Early spring, early spring."
Across the land the color returns.
Across the land a cry is heard.
The sound of water rushing down
To its sweet reunion with the ground.
Out of the valley comes the river’s loud cry;
“Spring is nigh, spring is nigh!”
There is a flutter of wings as the do birds fly.
They teach their young fledglings to take to the sky.
A twitter, a cheap, a glorious song,
Emerges from the breast of this joyous throng.
The call is spread from sky to sky;
“Spring is nigh, spring is nigh!”
A gentle drip does slowly wake
The creatures that do hibernate.
Returns the sound of life’s rebirth
As droplet falls from leaf to earth.
Silently calls the new born fawn;
“Winter’s gone, winter’s gone.”
Above in the air a call is heard,
Of goose and duck; of water bird.
It echoes down from their great height;
It echoes down both day and night.
In flight they call, though journey long;
“Winter’s gone, winter’s gone!”
The dew has risen from the ground.
The grass and fields make a joyful sound.
Each tiny form of liquid glass
Waters the growing plants and grass.
A tinkling voice says
from each crystal sphere;
“Spring is here! Spring is here!”
Across the land there comes a cry.
From meadow to mountain, from river to sky.
The cry of water, plant and tree;
The call of a sparrow, the hum of a bee.
For all of creation sings out with great cheer;
“Spring is here! Spring is here!”
