[verse1] When river swells and blossoms grow, the Lune runs strong with melting snow. She wakes the seeds beneath the clay, and calls the fish to find their way. [verse2] With garlands bright the children sing, the first of springtime's gentle ring. We cast our lines where waters gleam, and net the silver of our dream. [verse3] The fields are green, the sky is clear, the promise of the year is near. The plough turns earth, the seeds take bed, the soil remembers what we've said. [chorus] O blooming tide, O gentle rain, return to heal the earth again. The heart of Sanguine beats anew, when springtime brings her gift to you.
