All singers have shadows
That follow like fears,
But I know a singer
Who never saw tears;
A gay love - green love -
Delightsome - divine;
The Spring is that singer -
An old love of mine.

All players have shadows,
And into the play
Old sorrows will saunter -
Old sorrows will stay.
But here is a player
Whose speech is divine;
The Spring is that player -
An old love of mine.

All singers grow heavy:
Their hours as they run
Bite up all the blossoms,
Suck up all the sun:
But I know a singer
Delightsome - divine:
The gay love - the green love -
An old love of mine.