May Day lyrics

A delicate fabric of bird song
       &nbsp Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
       &nbsp Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple
       &nbsp Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
       &nbsp The pear trees stand.

Oh I must pass nothing by
       &nbsp Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
       &nbsp The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
       &nbsp I shall see again
The world on the first of May
       &nbsp Shining after the rain?