Now my grief won’t be spilt by the ringing,
Happy laugh of the bygone last.
Lime-tree blossom is fading and dimming
And the nightingale dawns have passed.
1924.
Now my grief won’t be spilt by the ringing,
Happy laugh of the bygone last.
Lime-tree blossom is fading and dimming
And the nightingale dawns have passed.
1924.