Now it is May among the mountains,Days for speeches in the valley towns, Days of dream and days of struggle,Days of bitter denunciation.Now it is May in all the valleys,Days of the cuckoo and the hawthorn,Days for splashing in the mountain ponds,Days for love in crowded parks.Now it is May in little gardens,In square allotments across the railway,Days for song and dance and roaming,Days for action and achievement.