Margaret Widdemer: Song


Margaret Widdemer

The Spring will come when the year turns,  As if no Winter had been, But what shall I do with a locked heart  That lets no new year in?
The birds will go when the Fall goes,  The leaves will fade in the field, But what shall I do with an old love  Will neither die nor yield?
Oh! youth will turn as the world turns,  And dim grow laughter and pain, But how shall I hide from an old dream  I never may dream again?