The winter it has passed, and the summers come at last The branches they are tender, it's putting forth it's leaves A new day has come, the morning light has shone The birds they are glad, they're singing in the trees The flowers are in bloom by the waters running by The cold snow it no longer lays out in the fields The tender blades of grass on earth can be seen The meadowshave turned from white to green My love is like the melody that's sweetly played in tune As fair as the morning air, I'm so deep in love with you I'll love her until I'm gone, dead and in my grave Till the rivers run dry and there's no one left to save