The first Sunday morning of spring
we can see the flock again.
Is the sorrow finally over,
a hare runs across the fields.
On the highest mountain in the east
you can see the red sun.
You can see, and enjoy the comfort,
from the cairn see the earth give birth.
The sun has regained its power.
The oak spirit is born again.
The sun has regained its power.
Summer has arrived.

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