Come spring, do not be slow,
Come weather send us spring,
Come soft zephyr, now bring
To us the sun of our younger days,
Which warmed our hearts so long ago.

Blow wind, blow cold away,
Blow spring to warm the air,
Blow wind that we may dare
To make a happy world.
Blow wind to clear the better way.

Here comes the day at last,
Here comes the spring sunshine,
Here the rewards are thine
To savor when it's time
To know the sweep of life is vast.