For I Am Bound With Fleshly Bands,

As A Tree My Sin Stands To Darken All Lands; Death Is The Fruit It Bore.

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.

Spring Is When Life's Alive In Everything.