Snow drops

Snowdrops.

Galanthus raise your weary head

and show us that Winter is dead,

Come, show your splendid bell-like tops

reveal yourselves snowdrops.

You are the sweetest flower to me

I feel the Winter, just like thee,

You have no rival – none will go

bury their heads in deep white snow.

Through bitter winds your trembling head

shakes, inclined in fear and dread,

Yet your appearance makes us gay

it lets us know Spring’s on the way.