Not a leaf is heard to murmur,
Not a bird is there to sing
And bewild'ring eyes
Scan the fearful skies
Asking why this strange and silent Spring
Children hide and roses tremble
Doors are dark and shades are down
And the rains of hate
Rust the garden gate
As the ghost of Spring stalks the town
Is this the land where flags are flown
To bring this hopeful world a dream
Of Spring unknown?
Is this the dream?
Is this the Spring?
The silent Spring that silent men
Have reaped and sown?
Silent men, take heart, take wing
And sing away this silent Spring.
— music by Harold Arlen, lyrics by E.Y. Harburg
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