Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees   They've been waiting for you   And your spring-scream in green   You've come to make them see   And to set them free   And then run into spring      Run, little girl, and bring your spade   Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls   You'll see that far underneath   There's a soul you can take   With you into the spring      Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired   White and burying snow slowly, slowly   Laid the woods to sleep   Everything is lying still   Untill somebody wakes them      Listen, little girl, the sun willl tell you that   All the rays will come visit you now   The sun will spread its light and   Bring you all into the spring