The last snow is going,
    

Brooks are overflowing,
A sunny wind is blowing
    Swiftly along.

Through sky birds are blowing,
On earth green is showing,
You can feel earth growing
    Quiet and strong.

A sunny wind is blowing,
Farmer’s busy sowing,
Apple trees are snowing,
    And shadows grow long.

Now the wind is slowing,
Cows begin lowing,
Evening clouds are glowing
    And dusk is full of song.