Full Lyrics
Blow, ye balmy breezes, blow
O’er the meadows, and the sea;
Cruel Winter now has gone,
Joyous Springtime comes along,
Ev’ry bird tells out its song,
And buds salute the day.
Blow, ye balmy breezes, blow
O’er each fragrant hill and vale;
On the trees the leaves appear,
Telling us that Spring is here,
And the woodlands far and near
Resound with melody.
