Now that winter is come
It seems that spring never was
And never will be again
Spring, awaken from your slumber
Shuffle off the show from your sleeping eyes
Come out from the snow where you hide
Come quickly, lest my golden-haired child stumble
Away from my life into the lives of strangers
Awake, Raveloe!
Listen, I have heard that a bright dawn is risen in your midst
A weaver of sad memories and sweet dreams
Let him see the dawn even if I may not
Take my gold child to where he lives
And let me rest in peace
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