The green has come to the leafless tree,
The earth brings forth its grain;
The rose has come for the honey bee
You will not come again.
The birds have come to the empty nest,
All winter full of rain;
Music has come where the silence was
You will not come again.
Love swift will come for the weak lambs' cry;
Ah for my heart's dull pain!
Lone in the cycle of change am I
You will not come again.