Spring
The waters are twinkling and eddying down—
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
By the river the shepherdess weaves a crown,
She fashions it fair and featly.
There's a budding, and flowing, and fragrance glad—
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
The shepherdess sighs with a bosom sad:
“By whom were my crown worn meetly?”
By the river a knight comes riding past.
He greets her as gay as the weather!
Such a sorrowful look the shepherdess cast
After his vanishing feather!
She weeps, and into the water flings
Her garland fashioned featly.
Of love and of kisses the nightingale sings—
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
By the river the shepherdess weaves a crown,
She fashions it fair and featly.
There's a budding, and flowing, and fragrance glad—
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
The shepherdess sighs with a bosom sad:
“By whom were my crown worn meetly?”
By the river a knight comes riding past.
He greets her as gay as the weather!
Such a sorrowful look the shepherdess cast
After his vanishing feather!
She weeps, and into the water flings
Her garland fashioned featly.
Of love and of kisses the nightingale sings—
One loves in the spring so sweetly!
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