Let springtime come then, when it will
With verdure greenest
With flutelike song
Of myriad birds
When all that blossoms
And all that is freshest, loveliest, fairest
Waves and flutters away
Over meadows, away over fields
Budding in gardens and hiding in woodlands
Shedding its fragrance on waters and waves
Yet not for me!
My heart is neither leaf nor blossom
And springtime cannot bring me joy:
I must await my own spring
When? When?
Other Frederick Delius songs:
all Frederick Delius songs all songs from 1901