There's a story told of a very gentle boy And the girl who wore his ring Through the wintry snow The world they knew was one For their hearts were full of spring
As the days grew old And the nights passed into time And the weeks and years took wind Gentle boy, tender girl Their love remained still young For their hearts were full of spring
Then one day they died And their graves were side by side On a hill where robins sing And they say violets Grow there the whole year round For their hearts were full of spring
