In Spring the park awakens
By shaking off the dewdrops,
Which settle like a sea mist
In the night;
And the goods trains clank and rumble,
And the carr-i-ages grumble,
As the rising sun brings forth
First threads of light.
The birds begin their singing
For the sun, who has arisen,
Is now standing very proudly
In the sky;
And the clouds like cotton snowballs
Drifting slowly o'erhead
Upon their endless journey
Way up high.