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,