Gustav Holst - The Spring - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Spring the warrior hither comes,
 bowstring formed by rows of bees.
 And his darts tipp'd with buds
 wound our hearts with sweet lovelonging.
 
 Now the trees put forth their flowers,
 on the lakes the lilies fair
 show their heads midst the waves
 melting hearts with sweet lovelonging.
 
 What fair maid can vie with spring?
 What sweet voice the cuckoo's song?
 Or smiling teeth the jasmine's hue?
 Or rosy lips the op'ning flowers?
 
 Bending down with blushing buds,
 flaming mango branches wave
 to and fro with the breeze
 filling hearts with sweet lovelonging.
 
 And within the lotus flower
 dwells her love, the murm'ring bee
 who with kiss and embrace
 satisfies her sweet lovelonging.