The flowers upspringing,
Bring me pain,
My thoughts are winging
To thee again.
Come to my sorrow,
Come again,
Give night a morrow,
Yet again.
Oh! birds are singing
Many a strain,
The flowers upspringing,
Bring me pain,
My thoughts are winging
To thee again.
Come to my sorrow,
Come again,
Give night a morrow,
Yet again.
Oh! birds are singing
Many a strain,