Spring will be so sad when she comes this year
How could she be glad when she reaches here?
Oh, spring will be so sad when she comes this year...

Spring will be so sad when she comes this year
How could she be glad when she reaches here?
The winds have whispered while they race
There‘s a frown on April’s face
For she can’t find any trace
Of contentment’s hiding place

Spring just can’t be gay when she comes this year
She won‘t want to stay when she reaches here
This troubled world can‘t tell you when
She’ll be happy once again
Oh, spring will be so sad when she comes this year...