“IF IT'S EVER SPRING AGAIN”

If it's ever spring again,

Spring again,

I shall go where went I when

Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen,

Seeing me not, amid their flounder,

Standing with my arm around her;

If it's ever spring again,

Spring again,

I shall go where went I then.

If it's ever summer-time,

Summer-time,

With the hay crop at the prime,

And the cuckoos — two — in rhyme,

As they used to be, or seemed to,

We shall do as long we've dreamed to,

If it's ever summer-time,

Summer-time,

With the hay, and bees achime.