A warm breeze is blowing
God's roses are growing
And winter and springtime are gone
Sunshine is glowing
All nature is showing
That summer is here with her song
Dear sheep are bleating
And lovers are meeting
Drinking a cup of good cheer
But summer is fleeting
So hold me my sweeting
Whilst the glory of first love is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem