(…although spring seems a little late…)

Spring will be a little late this year

A little late arriving, in my lonely world over here

For you have left me and where is our April love old

Yes you have left me and winter continues cold

As if to say that spring will be a little slow to start

A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart

But time heals all things, so I needn't cling to this fear

It's merely that spring will be a little late this year