This is a remake of the track "Spring" That I did over a year ago. Upon re-listening to it I don't think that recording best represented the song.

Original peom by Thoms Nashe "Spring, the sweet Spring" (1567-1601):

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!

Lyrics of the song with amended lyrics by Jamie Kimathi Milburn:
The sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
Then maids dance in a ring
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day
The pretty birds out there do sing

Cukko, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Cukko, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
It’s a songbird
It’s a beautiful thing
For the people good and true
It’s a long word
For the sweetest of springs
They're the birds that fly

Fields breathe sweet, and the daisys kiss our feet
As different young lovers meet
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day
The pretty birds out there do tweet

Cukko, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Cukko, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
It’s a songbird
It’s a beautiful thing
For the people good and true
It’s a long word
For the sweetest of springs
They're the birds that fly in

Spring

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