Where is the home of springtime?
Oh, tell me where springtime dwells!
Where is springtime's house?
Every year in May 
The migrating bird takes off,
And no one knows from whence it flew
And no one knows whither it travelled?
Where can [springtime] dwell?

  Where is the home of springtime?
Where joy lives and a merry spirit,
Where no brow is furrowed,
Where youth reigns as queen
At dances and games and feasts,
Where jovial artistry moves freely
And carries the hearts heavenward,
There is the home of springtime.

  Where is the home of springtime?
Where love tarries, where faithfulness blooms,
[Faithfulness] that never threatens to falter,
Where holy friendship burns
Within the spirit like sacrificial flames,
Where gentle forbearance precludes want,
There is springtime's June,
There is the home of springtime.

  Where peace twines a golden ribbon
About the people and the lords,
Where, with a full hand, freedom 
Strews the seeds of blessing,
Where unity protects, trust keeps watch,
There no winter of our times wields power,
[There] is the dwelling-place of eternal springtime.