My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring. My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring. My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.

