When the clouds bring no rude storm, Your songs are full of glee! But when the brooks begin to freeze, And storm winds shake the leafless trees, We lose your music with their leaves, Whither dost thou flee? |
When the clouds bring no rude storm, Your songs are full of glee! But when the brooks begin to freeze, And storm winds shake the leafless trees, We lose your music with their leaves, Whither dost thou flee? |