Where are the flowers that blossomed
So fair in the bright days of spring;
Where are the swallows that skimmed o'er the land
So gaily on glimmering wing?

Where are the green leaves that whispered
Such marvellous melody?
And the wandering zephyrs that sighed forth their soul
In odorous kisses to me?

Where is the friend of my bosom?
Why cometh he not to my cries?
So weary am I for the clasp of his hand!
So faint for the light of his eyes!

Ah! once more the blossoming roses
Their delicate bloom will unfold:
The swallows will skim o'er the sunshiny land
On their glimmering wings as of old:

The trees will stretch upward to heaven
Their bountiful branches of green;
And the slumbering zephyrs will waken and sigh
Their mystical music between:

And the passionate kiss of the summer
Will thrill to the heart as of yore:
But the friend that walked with me in days that are gone
Can never come back to me more!