The Time For Making Songs Has Come
by Hermann Hagedorn

Surely the time for making songs has come
Now that the Spring is in the air again.
Trees blossom though men bleed; and after rain
The robins hop; and soon the bees will hum.

Long was the winter, long our lips were dumb.
Long under snow our loyal dreams have lain.
Surely the time for making songs has come
Now that the Spring is in the air again.

The Spring!—with bugles and a rumbling drum!
Oh, builders of high music out of pain,
Now is the hour with singing to make vain
The boast of kings in Pandemonium!

Surely the time for making songs has come!