Mamma, listen, can you hear the spring-time
calling?
No child, I only hear the winds, whipping
& squalling,
Mamma, how do you hear spring, when snow is
falling?
Child, I hear only the earth, where the
frost is mauling.
Mamma, I can hear the spring-time calling
now to me,
How child? When all I hear is wailing of
sad bare trees,
Mamma, the buds beneath the snow beckon me
to see,
Oh child, how fortunate you are & I
just wish it were me.
Mamma, I can see the geese, returning from
far-off skies,
No child, please do not tell big fibs &
your silly little lies,
Mamma, please look up & I am sure
you´ll be surprised,
Oh child, tell me, when did you grow to be so
very wise?
Mamma, Ssh, listen to the silence, winter no
longer drips,
Yes child, I now see peeping buds, just the
tiny green tips,
Mamma, why believe spring´s here, if trees are
still stripped?
Oh child, I know spring-time´s here by the smile
upon your lips.
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