There's a story told of a very gentle boy

And the girl who wore his ring

Through the wintery 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