Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time For spring time is love time and viva sweet love All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits Singing in our winging in the blossoming Lovers go and lovers come Are wandering, are wandering But any two are perfectly alone There's nobody else alive Such a sky and such a sun, I never knew, and neither did you And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming Always joyful selves are singing Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love