Classic Poem

When Spring comes back to England
—And crowns her brows with May,
Round the merry moonlit world
—She goes the greenwood way:
She throws a rose to Italy,
—A fleur-de-lys to France;
But round her regal morris-ring
—The seas of England dance.

When Spring comes back to England
—And dons her robe of green,
There's many a nation garlanded
—But England is the Queen;
She's Queen, she's Queen of all the world
—Beneath the laughing sky,
For the nations go a-Maying
—When they hear the New Year cry—

“Come over the water to England,
—My old love, my new love,
Come over the water to England,
—In showers of flowery rain;
Come over the water to England,
—April, my true love;
And tell the heart of England
—The Spring is here again!”