When Spring comes back to England
And crowns her brows with May,
Round the merry moonlit world
She goes the greenwood way:
She throws a rose to Italy,
A fleur-de-lys to France;
But round her regal morris-ring
The seas of England dance.
When Spring comes back to England
And dons her robe of green,
There's many a nation garlanded
But England is the Queen;
She's Queen, she's Queen of all the world
Beneath the laughing sky,
For the nations go a-Maying
When they hear the New Year cry -
"Come over the water to England,
My old love, my new love,
Come over the water to England,
In showers of flowery rain;
Come over the water to England,
April, my true love;
And tell the heart of England
The Spring is here again!"
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Comments2Just stumbled upon this poem and its warm and cheerful. Makes me fancy the season of spring in England more than ever. It beautifully captures the spirit of the season and how England seems to wear spring the best. Lovely read, quite an uplift!
Just read "When Spring Comes Back To England" - absolutely enchanting! The imagery drew me in and made me long for spring. "She throws a rose to Italy, A fleur-de-lys to France; But round her regal morris-ring The seas of England dance." - that line totally stole my heart. Simple, yet so elegant!