It's Not Spring Always

Bright and blue is the sky; The swallows soaring high As if to touch the sky And rob its blue The trees green and fresh And sunbeams falling through Liquid notes from nightingales And murmuring of brooklets Sounds like a sweet tale All things look new and gay For why this gladness in the air Can you tell? Birds sing songs so sweet so rare And why such sweetness in the air Oh, youth has come Rejoice, it is spring in the air Enjoy the spring of youth and love For it will not stay with us for ever.....