Come, come, oh come,
In my garden, the cuckoo sings,
In my garden, the mad spring sings.
Friend, the streets of life bloom with flowers,
Oh fair one, the spring has come, come, oh come.
In your garden, the cuckoo sings,
The mad spring has come.
On withered trees, greenness arrives,
My every branch, it blossoms and bears fruit.
On withered trees, greenness arrives,
My every branch, it blossoms and bears fruit.
Peace found in every home, the eyes of life now laugh,
Peace found in every home, the eyes of life now laugh.
In every vein, a sweet flute plays,
The mad spring has come.
My love has come to my door, bearing love in my soul,
My love has come to my door, bearing love in my soul.
He places a blanket upon his shoulder,
He places a blanket upon his shoulder.
The mad spring has come, come, oh come.
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