This page has been validated.
J. Vlk (1822–1896)
J. VLK
(1822–1896)
The Spring is coming, coming,
Once more it will be May,
Upon the smiling meadows
The smiling sun will play.
From mountain-side the river
Its silver waves will bring,
The rose will be in blossom,
The nightingale will sing.
The melting ice will scatter,
The current freely glide,
Upon the murmuring wavelets
The ships will proudly ride.
The flowers will richly blossom,
The ears spring from the ground,
The ringing scythe will echo,
A song of joy will sound.
The linden tree its branches
In greenness will array,
Its boughs will give us leafage
To make our garlands gay.
Then shout for joy, my country,
On fields the sun will play.
The Spring is coming, coming,
Once more we shall have May.
35
