And, oh, Beloved
You did not tell me
Of the lilacs this year
The fragrance as you passed
Or whether there were many
The winter weary has shed
Its heavy white coat
Spring is seeping in
And you did not tell me
About the lilacs
This year …
And, oh, Beloved
You did not tell me
Of the lilacs this year
The fragrance as you passed
Or whether there were many
The winter weary has shed
Its heavy white coat
Spring is seeping in
And you did not tell me
About the lilacs
This year …