Come green,
Come new,
Come tender buds,
Come melt to show infant blades

Come rebirth,
Your Winter labor has been long,
Arduous,
Awake goddess,
Your time has come
To welcome back the birds,
To sing awake the rest

The sun now rests much later,
To let the children play,
Come great Spring
To take over for your sister Winter,
Her time has come to sleep

Come Spring,
And bring with you
The warmth of sun
And longer hours,
And the hope restored,
We have all been waiting for.