Soon I will hear my Loved One speak and say, ‘Rise up, and come away’ for lo, the winter, cold and bleak is past, the rains have gone their way, flowers appear now on the earth the time of singing now has come turtledove sings for all her worth in this new land, His new kingdom, the fig tree buds and bears it’s fruit, vines with their grapes, tender and young, do give a good smell, and we too are young and tender in His Love… oh, how I long to hear Him say, ‘Rise up, My Fair One, come away!’
