And down long hills 
There babble like a happy child, 
And swirl and leap with Springtime wild 
The crystal rills, 
Sweet Spring come home! 
When Spring comes home! 
How passing sweet it is to know 
Our spirits like God's violets grow, 
When Spring comes home! 
And Spring comes home ! 
When life's long Winter faints and dies, 
There dawns upon our watching eyes 
zaven's Spring come home. 
