Charles Ives - The South Wind
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When gently blows the South Wind
First through the Northern Wood
With eagerness he goeth
Where long a tree has stood
He lifts the leafy cov'ring
That lies close at its base
And there with sweetest welcome
Looks up his old love's face
Beneath the snow she waits him
And keeps her leave's brave dress
Her fair blossom opens
At his first caress
Each year the flower greets him
For him, for him alone
Her heart with love's beauty
Through her brief day has shone
First through the Northern Wood
With eagerness he goeth
Where long a tree has stood
He lifts the leafy cov'ring
That lies close at its base
And there with sweetest welcome
Looks up his old love's face
Beneath the snow she waits him
And keeps her leave's brave dress
Her fair blossom opens
At his first caress
Each year the flower greets him
For him, for him alone
Her heart with love's beauty
Through her brief day has shone