May, 1915 Songtext
von Linda Smith

Let us remember spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods
Where the wounded trees wait
With their old, wise patience, for the heavenly rain

Sure of the sky, sure of the sea
To send its healing breeze
Sure of the sun, and even as to these


Surely the spring, when God shall please
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit today with their
Great Dead

Hands in their hands, eyes in their eyes
At one with love
At one with grief, blind to the
Scattered things and changing skies