The Winds of the winter are over
The winds of the winter are over,
The flowers and the green leaves return;
The meadow is mantled in clover,
The hillock is scented with fern;
The blue-birds are flitting and singing
Their love-notes in thicket and tree,
But the flowers and the sweet birds are bringing
No spring and no beauty to me.
My hopes have departed for ever,
My vision of true love is o'er,
My heart shall awaken — ah! never,
There 's a spring to my bosom no more;
The roses that crowned me are blighted,
The flowers and the green leaves return;
The meadow is mantled in clover,
The hillock is scented with fern;
The blue-birds are flitting and singing
Their love-notes in thicket and tree,
But the flowers and the sweet birds are bringing
No spring and no beauty to me.
My hopes have departed for ever,
My vision of true love is o'er,
My heart shall awaken — ah! never,
There 's a spring to my bosom no more;
The roses that crowned me are blighted,
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