In February
The frozen ground is broken
Where snowdrops raise their heads,
And nod their tiny greeting
In glades and garden beds.
The frozen stream is melted,
The white brook turns to brown,
And foaming through the coppice
Flows helter skelter down.
The frozen air is golden
With February sun,
The winter days are over,
Oh, has the Spring begun?
Where snowdrops raise their heads,
And nod their tiny greeting
In glades and garden beds.
The frozen stream is melted,
The white brook turns to brown,
And foaming through the coppice
Flows helter skelter down.
The frozen air is golden
With February sun,
The winter days are over,
Oh, has the Spring begun?
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