There's a story told of a very gentle boy 
And the girl who wore his ring 
Through the wintry 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