A blue-bell springs upon the ledge
A lark sits singing in the hedge;
Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air
And life is brimming everywhere
What lark and breeze and bluebird sing
Is Spring, Spring, Spring!

No more the air is sharp and cold;
The planter wends across the wold
And, glad, beneath the shining sky
We wander forth, my love and I
And ever in our hearts doth ring
This song of Spring, Spring!

For life is life and love is love
‘Twixt maid and man or dove and dove
Life may be short, life may be long
But love will come, and to its song
Shall this refrain for ever cling
Of Spring, Spring, Spring!