Es liebt sich so lieblich im Lenze
Loving's so lovely in Spring
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The ripples sparkle and flow on down stream;
Loving’s so lovely in Spring.
The shepherdess sits on the bank
Weaving flowers into a ring.
Buds form and burst, there’s blossom and scent,
Loving’s so lovely in Spring.
The shepherdess sighs from the depths of her heart,
‘My garland, whom will it happiness bring?’
A horseman comes riding up on the bank,
Salutes her with a good-natured flourish.
But then, she looks on in dismay
As his back and his pluméd hat vanish.
She weeps and into the smooth-flowing stream
Her flowery garland does fling.
The nightingale sings of love and of kisses,
Ah, loving's so lovely in Spring.
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