Spring Song

Lyrics
Across the hill of late, came spring And stopped and looked into this wood And called and called and called Now all the dry brown things are ans'wring With here a leaf and there a fair blown flow'r I only heard her not, and wait and wait
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Credits
- Writers
- Harmony Twitchell
- Charles Ives