A frost has smitten the flowers;
The time of Winter is pain.
But kiss me and I shall live,
The sun shall nourish the plain,
The dawn be happy with birds
And love bring Summer again.
IF LIKE THE BIRD
If like the bird who sits and swings
A frost has smitten the flowers;
The time of Winter is pain.
But kiss me and I shall live,
The sun shall nourish the plain,
The dawn be happy with birds
And love bring Summer again.
If like the bird who sits and swings