I take great delight in tragic love songs that involve spring.
Consider the classic "Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most":
Love seemed sure around the new year,
Now its April, love is just a ghost;
Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Or Rogers and Hammerstein's lovely "It Might As Well Be Spring":
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.
Or Rogers and Hart's amazing "Spring Is Here":
Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear! Why doesn't the night invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me,
Spring is here, I hear.
But for those of you who like your spring serenades a bit less melancholy, I humbly submit Reginald Heber's "When Spring Unlocks The Flowers." Enjoy!
When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood;
In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good.
The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display.
Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?
No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee.
The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!