In the careless spring of youth
When my heart was new
Before it knew

I stumbled off my feet
So simply sweet
For him

For him I laughed
For him I sang
And would have given all

But he did not fall
No, he did not fall
For me

So young, his heart, was old
In contrast, mine was new
He knew what I did not

For he had stumbled
Right off his feet
So simply sweet

Oh, she was his one
His lovely
His only

She was his love
She was spring
And spring was she

When she laughed
The birds
Would sing

And when she smiled
The bells
Would ring

The sun
Would shine
On everything

For when she walked
And where she walked
She walked in spring

Softly sweetly
Footsteps fell
In them followed spring

She walked away
His heart once young
Now knows too well

I look behind me
As I walk with hope
To see there spring

But it is never there
No, it is never there
I do not walk in spring

Birds do not sing
Bells do not ring
I am not his spring

So young, his heart is old
Likewise, mine is too
I know what I did not

Oh, I had stumbled
Right off my feet
So simply sweet

For he was my one
My lovely
My only

He was my love
He was spring
And spring was he

When he laughed
The birds
Would sing

And when he smiled
The bells
Would ring

The sun
Would shine
On everything

For when he walked
And where he walked
He walked in spring

Softly sweetly
Footsteps fell
In them followed spring

He walked away
My heart once young
Now knows too well

Still I ache to be
His one and lovely
Be his only

I long to be
I long to walk
Sing and ring and shine

I long to laugh
And smile and walk
I long to be his spring