Gentle Spring

Fair love in gentle spring did rise,

When softest winds did kiss the skies;

Across the mead where daisies lay,

My heart did wander, led astray.

O eyes more bright than morning dew,

O voice more sweet than lark that flew,

Thy glance did bind my soul so fast,

A fleeting hour made endless past.

Then sing, my friends, in voices clear,

Of love that blooms and draws us near;

No tyrant’s chain nor sorrow’s art

Can sever true and willing heart.

Let laughter ring where once was sigh,

Let joy like swallows fill the sky;

For in her smile I found my rest,

And crowned her sovereign of my breast.

So dance, ye fields, in verdant grace,

While time itself forgets its pace;

For love, though light as summer air,

Outlives all burdens, bright and fair