The Coming of Spring.
Wilhelm Müller.
Solo. Up with windows, up with hearts!
Concert. Swiftly, swiftly!
Solo. Graybeard Winter seeks to go,
He wanders troubled to and fro,
He beats his breast full fearfully
And packs his duds right hastily,
Concert. With speed, with speed.
Solo. Up with windows, up with hearts!
Concert. Swiftly, swiftly!
Solo. The Springtime knocks and stamps without—
And listen to his joyous shout!—
Before the door he takes his stand,
With beauteous flower-buds in his hand,
Concert. With speed, with speed.
Solo. Open windows, open hearts!
Concert. Swiftly, swiftly!
Solo. The brave young South-wind stands below,
With round red cheeks and eyes aglow,
And blows that doors and windows rattle,
Till Winter yields him in the battle—
Concert. With speed, with speed.
Concert. Open windows, open hearts!
With speed, with speed!
Wild birds sound the battle-song—
And hark, and hark! an echo long,
An echo from my inmost heart—
The joys of Spring bid Winter part
With speed, with speed.