The first snowflakes,
To earth are softly falling;
Till spring again reawakes,
For winter is now calling.
Like my heart of yearning,
Full of thoughts and sorrow;
With the next year's returning,
The summer of tomorrow.
To earth are softly falling;
Till spring again reawakes,
For winter is now calling.
Like my heart of yearning,
Full of thoughts and sorrow;
With the next year's returning,
The summer of tomorrow.











