Blow, breeze of spring! 
  Blow soft and ring
The snowdrop bells, that they may bring
From their beds the flowerets fair!
Ringing soft -- prepare! prepare! 
  'Tis time to rise,
  With smiling eyes,
The bridegroom sun is in the skies! 

  Blow, breeze of spring! 
  Blow soft and ring
The snowdrop bells that they may bring 
Flowers on her bride-path to fling,
Flowers to her who is my spring,
  To bid her rise,
  With smiling eyes,
Her bridal sun is in the skies!