Classic Poem

We waited for the spring,
My love and I;
The larks were in the sky,
The lambs were on the hill;
Did we not hear them sing?
Did we not hear them cry?
Yes, yes, O yes, but still
We waited for the spring
My love and I;

We waited for the spring,
My love and I;
Speedwell that robs the sky,
Trumpeting daffodil
And blackthorn's blossoming,
We watched them all go by;
These came and went but still
We waited for the spring
My wife and I.