All the Year is Spring!
Jubilant birds serenaded the trees,
Carolling joyfully;
Telling the world, on the wings of the breeze,
The wonderful story of Spring.
But sadly I sat, against an oak tree,
And mournfully did sing.
I had no cause to chant happily.
Then into my life there came a warm love
To cheer me and sustain.
Since that glad day it has helped me to prove
That love can surmount every wall.
So now the spry birds repeat this refrain
As cheerfully they call:
“All the year is Spring, indeed, for those who love!”.
