Spring, the Sweet Spring - Quink Vocal Ensemble

Lyrics by：Thomas Nashe

Composed by：John Ernest Moeran

Spring the sweet Spring is the year's pleasant king

Then blooms each thing then maids dance in a ring

Cold doth not sting the pretty birds do sing

Cuckoo jug-jug pu-we to-witta-woo

The palm and may make country houses gay

Lambs frisk and play the shepherds pipe all day

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay

Cuckoo jug-jug pu-we to-witta-woo

The fields breathe sweet the daisies kiss our feet

Young lovers meet old wives a-sunning sit

In every street these tunes our ears do greet

Cuckoo jug-jug pu-we to witta-woo

Spring the sweet Spring

The sweet Spring

The sweet Spring