Show The snows lie heavy and deep on the hills hillsAnd hillsAnd hillsAnd And the wi d seems to moan for a full thousand ills The trees stand so lifeless lifeless and and barren and bare And the cold snow shines bright in the spectre-like spectre air But spring I feel in my heart And I feel the sweet promise of summers summer's bright art art And down in the depths of my innermost soul soulI I know not a touch of the winters winter's bleak cold For I hear in my fancy the sweetest of words jF j at F Far dr sweeter to me than the chimes of the birds birds birds- The words that she breathed in my most willing ear As S I left her tonight tonight How How I love you my dear I IAh 1 Ah Ah would that the gladness I feel in my heart i. i 1 w wI I could to each sad human being J impart impart impart- With its brightness to make each dark life new begin Though cold winter without yet gay spring time within Johann Marque tm |