Song of the Spring

Tune adapted from I Will Go (Land of MacLeod)

Song of the Spring

When the mist clears away,
And the budding leaves are shaking,
There is gold in the sky,
And all the world is waking,
Come with me, and we’ll wake on the hill.
For I am the deer, and I am the lark,
And I am the wind on the wing.
I am the stream that splashes along;
I am the dawn of the spring.

When the green has returned,
And the sun’s brightly shining,
When the sweet clover grows
All in the grass entwining,
Come with me, and we’ll dance on the hill.
For I am the deer, and I am the lark,
And I am the wind on the wing.
I am the stream that splashes along;
I am the dance of the spring.

When the rain’s falling down,
And the puddles are growing,
When a warm, gentle wind
Sets cherry blossoms blowing,
Come with me, and we’ll sing on the hill.
For I am the deer, and I am the lark,
And I am the wind on the wing.
I am the stream that splashes along;
I am the song of the spring.

When the winter is done
With all that it needs doing,
And the sparrows are paired
Sweet in their nests for wooing,
Come with me, my true love, to the hill.
For I am the deer, and I am the lark,
And I am the wind on the wing.
I am the stream that splashes along;
I am the life of the spring.

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