 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
26
A NEW OLD SONG
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly!
A little nearer every day.
Slowly, slowly!
A little nearer every day.
The blackbird's trilling shrill and gay
His roundelay and virelay;
Good lack, as though the March were May!
His roundelay and virelay;
Good lack, as though the March were May!
In kirtle all of green and grey;
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way!
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way!
She hath delicious things to say,
But will not answer yea or nay,
Nor haste her secrets to display.
But will not answer yea or nay,
Nor haste her secrets to display.
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly!
To make the world high holiday.
Slowly, slowly!
To make the world high holiday.
27
The pink is on the orchard spray,
The lambs put off their fears and play,
Gone are the snows of yesterday.
The lambs put off their fears and play,
Gone are the snows of yesterday.
'Twere well if Spring might always stay!
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
| Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan | |