The vernal wind, it paints the roses red,
The vernal wind, it paints the roses red.
Come, oh come, let the garden's work be led,
The vernal wind, it paints the roses red.
The cage is heavy, friends, a whispered plea,
The cage is heavy, friends, to the morning breeze,
Oh, speak of love, for God's sake, set it free,
Come, oh come, let the garden's work be led.
What grief was ours, the nights of separation,
What grief was ours, the nights of separation,
Our tears shall shape your fate, your destination,
Come, oh come, let the garden's work be led,
The vernal wind, it paints the roses red.
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