Schon Lacht Der Holde Frühling
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
The Lovely Spring Already Smiles
The lovely spring already smiles
On flower-rich meadows
Where zephyrs unite
Under sociable jest
Even though on every branch
Young blossoms appear
Yet no gentle comfort
Returns to this poor heart
There I sit and weep
Alone in the field
Not for my lost lamb
No, only for the shepherd Lindor
