156 MINNESINGERS.
Up, up, let us greet
The season so sweet,
For winter is gone :
And the flowers are springing,
And little birds singing,
Their soft notes ringing,
And bright is the sun !
Where all was drest
In a snowy vest,
There grass is growing
With dew-drops glowing,
And flowers are seen
On beds so green.
All down in the grove,
Around, above,
Sweet music floats ;
As now loudly vying,
Now softly sighing,
The nightingale's plying
Her tuneful notes,
And joyous at spring
Her companions sing.
Up, maidens, repair
To the meadows so fair,
And dance we away
This merry May!
Up, up, let us greet
The season so sweet,
For winter is gone :
And the flowers are springing,
And little birds singing,
Their soft notes ringing,
And bright is the sun !
Where all was drest
In a snowy vest,
There grass is growing
With dew-drops glowing,
And flowers are seen
On beds so green.
All down in the grove,
Around, above,
Sweet music floats ;
As now loudly vying,
Now softly sighing,
The nightingale's plying
Her tuneful notes,
And joyous at spring
Her companions sing.
Up, maidens, repair
To the meadows so fair,
And dance we away
This merry May!