OVER the land is April, br Over my heart a rose; br Over the high, brown mountain br The sound of singing goes. br Say, love, do you hear me, br Hear my sonnets ring? br Over the high, brown mountain, br Love, do you hear me sing? br br By highway, love, and byway br The snows succeed the rose. br Over the high, brown mountain br The wind of winter blows. br Say, love, do you hear me, br Hear my sonnets ring? br Over the high, brown mountain br I sound the song of spring, br I throw the flowers of spring.