Tis springtime, 'tis springtime, Cold winter is past;Warm breezes are blowing and May's here at last;The birds are returning, Their songs fill the air;And meadows are smiling with blossoms so fair.'Tis Springtime, 'tis springtime, all nature's reborn;Shy flowers, fresh grasses the hillsides adorn;The orchards and woodlands with colors are gay,The glad earth rejoices through all the bright day.Я только такое