by Rupert Brooke

Song

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

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

009   But Winter's broken and earth has woken,
010   And the small birds cry again;
011   And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
012   And my heart puts forth its pain.