My father walks
Out on the hillside
My father oft
To the mountain goes
Soon he'll spy
Some sign of springtime
A crocus bent
In a field of snow
My mother looks
Out of the window
My mother sees
The cherry tree
She calls her sisters
One bright morning
For George the robin
She has seen
My daughters too
They'll quit their bedrooms
Their hearts like streams
Overflown
Soon they'll go
Down to the fairground
And come back home
Sweethearts in tow
And the crocus knows
(And the crocus knows)
Oh the crocus knows
(The crocus knows)
What the robin brings
(What the robin brings)
Why the robin sings
(Why the robin sings)
His swelling hopes
Overflow
Our waxing hearts
With signs of spring
And my daughters too
They've met the robin
Hear him sing
Touched his wing
And they sun their cheeks
Sweet as cherries
And they lift our hearts
With signs of spring
Signs of spring
Signs of spring