Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Lyric: Oscar Wilde

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!

I sought amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen.
O the glad dove has golden wings!

Between the blossoms red and white,
O merrily the throstle sings!

O perfect vision of delight,
O the glad dove has golden wings!
But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!

My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings!

Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain—
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!

O the glad dove has golden wings...
Ah, Love, return again...