Winter Is Passed

When winter is passed and the rainclouds depart
The olive and vine flower's found
The sweet turtle dove is heard in our land
Rise up, and with garlands be crowned

For how fair you are, my love, my delight
Of grape-heavy vineyards we'll sing
The fruits of the fields will blossom, will twine
The lemon groves moan with the spring

Oh come to your homeland, my love, my dove
Come, come, like a river in flow
Through dens of all dangers pass through and come now
Or this land the spring cannot know

Well, the kid's on the mountain, the soft bells at dawn
I wait for your ride through the gale
For winter is here in a stormy cloud's eye
Yet arise and it will not prevail

Oh how fair you are, your valleys so full
Your breast like a mountain of snow
Your taste is the wine in a cup never dry
Your lips like the sweet morning glow

If I could embrace you, I'd yearn for no more
My head I could then lay to ground
With a thousand birds singing, a thousand trees bloomed
A wilderness heart lost and found

Well, winter is passed and the rainclouds depart
The olive and vine flower's found
The sweet turtle dove is heard in our land
Rise up, and with garlands be crowned