There's a story told of a very gentle boy 

And the girl who wore his ring 

Through the wintery snow 

The world they knew was one 

For their hearts were full of spring 



As the days grew old 

And the nights passed into time 

And the weeks and years took wind 

Gentle boy, tender girl 

Their love remained still young 

For their hearts were full of spring 



Then one day they died 

And their graves were side by side 

On a hill where robins sing 

And they say violets 

Grow there the whole year round 

For their hearts were full of spring