SPRING FRUHLING

Spring oh Lord forgive my sins

Lying in the sunshine

In Hyde Park

I hear the big speech

Oh glorious freedom

A preacher

Non pulpit just a ladder

Kissing my girl

In the green grass of home

London the city of my youth

Those months of may

The long big days

Singing larks in the branches

Of the old oak trees

I engraved your name Suzanne

With a pierced heart

In beeches and birches

And over the bower of pine trees

Lord I loved her

Forgive my sins

Welcome the days of spring

And fruhling

Holy Mary Mother of God

 have pity of me