And suddenly the wind comes soft,
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green	3	3
And my heart with buds of pain.

My heart all Winter lay so numb,
The earth so dead and frore,	6
That I never thought the Spring would come again		3
Or my heart wake any more.

But Winter's broken and earth has woken,	9
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,		3
And my heart puts forth its pain.	12