Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
My heart is breaking for a little love
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.