Now hearken to my voice
Winter is upon us
And the frost of distance creeps into my heart
Whence have you gone?
Whence shall my eye’s rest upon you?
Do not stay your heart from mine
for Winter is upon us
The buds of Spring lie dormant
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
The sun is cooled
And the earth lies in rest
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
It longs earnestly
Summoning its strength
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
When shall mine eyes rest upon you
And Spring fill my heart?
Little Wren 