The Green Has Come To The Leafless Tree, The Earth Brings Forth Its Grain; The Flower Has Come For The Honey Bee: You Will Not Come Again. The Birds Have Come To The Empty Nest, All Winter Full Of Rain; So Music Has Come Where The Silence Was: You Will Not Come Again. Love Will Come For The Weak Lambs' Cry; Alas For My Heart'S Dull Pain! In The Cycle Of Change I Alone Am Lone: You Will Not Come Again.