Spring will be so sad when she comes this year How could she be glad when she reaches here? Oh, spring will be so sad when she comes this year... Spring will be so sad when she comes this year How could she be glad when she reaches here? The winds have whispered while they race There‘s a frown on April's face For she can't find any trace Of contentment's hiding place Spring just can't be gay when she comes this year She won‘t want to stay when she reaches here This troubled world can‘t tell you when She'll be happy once again Oh, spring will be so sad when she comes this year...