Parting time has come dear And it brings us pain. But sweetheart I promise I’ll return again. When the white azaleas start blooming I’ll come back to you.   When springs in the air With its freshness so rare. We’ll make our dreams come true. When the white azaleas start blooming Up in those mountains so high. We’ll build a nest Where we’ll find peace and rest Sweetheart for only you and I. I’ll be counting hours Love while I’m away Waiting for the springtime Marking time each day. When the white azaleas start blooming I’ll come back to you.   When springs in the air With its freshness so rare. We’ll make our dreams come true.