Stretching limbs of green and white
As leaves appear on every bough
Sweet and gentle breeze of spring
Caress awake the flowers blooms
Returning birds in thine ears ring
As gentle rains do kiss the tombs
Of Ancients who have gone before
Mothers, Fathers, kin and friend
Names recalled in mind and lore
To guide us through to winter’s end
Where art thou, my love, my life?
Gone as with the snow and gloom.
Whence will thee return, my wife?
When death becomes your patient groom.
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