She has come, she has come, The swallow has come!Bringing good weather and a good year,Her belly is white and her back is black. Won’t you roll out a fruitcake from your mansion and offer it to us, And a cup of wine, and a basket of cheese? Neither wheat bread nor bean flour bread will the swallow refuse.Shall we leave, or will we get something to eat? More than 2,000 years ago, on the first day of spring, children raised their voices in song across the Greek island of…
