SPRING SONG
Reading edition
I too shall sing thy glory, Spring, Oh, season in thyself a song; In every tongue thy name doth ring With music we remember long. Fruehling! Primavera! Spring! Thy name to whisper is to sing. Why should I seek sweet melody And softly sounding words to say All that the spring-time means to me? Why should I make an effort, pray, When Fruehling! primavera! spring! To whisper only is to sing.