WHEN Spring comes laughing
By vale and hill,
By wind-flower walking
Sing stars of morning,
Sing morning skies,
Sing blue of Speedwell,—
And my Love’s eyes.
When comes the Summer,
Full-leaved and strong,
WHEN Spring comes laughing
By vale and hill,
By wind-flower walking
Sing stars of morning,
Sing morning skies,
Sing blue of Speedwell,—
And my Love’s eyes.
When comes the Summer,
Full-leaved and strong,