And suddenly the wind comes soft.
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green
And my heart with buds of pain.
My heart all Winter lay so numb.
The earth so dead and frore.
That I never thought the Spring would come again
Or my heart wake any more.
But Winter's broken and earth has woken.
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds.
And my heart puts forth its pain.