I would like to know . . . I would like to know . .
How has warm Spring arrived?
On the wings of birds did it fly down?
Was it born in the dew-drops pearly gown?
Or was it from my soul derived?
I would like to know . . . I would like to know . .
What Springtime means to love.
Why to embrace and kiss and dream
We are driven by flowers and a moonlight beam
’Neath the peaceful stars above?
I would like to know . . . I would like to know . .
What in my soul found rest.
Is it love’s burning flame divine
Or bits of flickering songs that shine,
Or a passing dream at best . .