Warm sun did trick the tree to bloom too soon
The sap it rose so leaves and branch could grow
But bees yet sleep beneath the cold dark moon
No fruit will grace the branch and tempt the crow
This sun it calls my heart to hope to sow
Yet still I know more cold this way it comes
For ice and snow the winds of March will blow
And birds of winter time do sing for crumbs
So when my eyes do see a blossom bright
I must remind my heart to damp its cheer
The spring is yet to come it's but the light
The snow is due the pond will freeze in clear
When birds do nest and bees delight the eyes
The Spring is true and bounty does arise