As long as the sun comes over the hills,
scatters the darkness,
and fills the world with light,
as long as the fields get green again,
and the primroses and violets return,
as long as the trees fill up again with leaves,
there is hope for us and for the world.
So come, let us follow the footsteps of spring,
for the snow has melted,
and life is awakening from its sleep
and wanders through the hills and valleys.
Come, let us ascend the heights
and gaze upon the waving greenness of the plains below.
O come, let us rejoice on this Easter Day,
for death has folded up his tent and gone away.