There's a story told of a very gentle boy   And the girl who wore his ring   Through the wintery snow   The world they knew was one   For their hearts were full of spring      As the days grew old   And the nights passed into time   And the weeks and years took wind   Gentle boy, tender girl   Their love remained still young   For their hearts were full of spring      Then one day they died   And their graves were side by side   On a hill where robins sing   And they say violets   Grow there the whole year round   For their hearts were full of spring