Your heart weeps and you feel cold in winter’s harsh wind.
But spring will come again.
The trees are bare and all signs of life are gone.
But spring will come again.
Days are dim and the nights are long.
But spring will come again.

Spring will come and crown the trees with leaves.
The bears awake and the cold will leave.
The woods will fill with streams and brooks, giving life to all that live
there.
And your heart fills with memories, of the days of old when the world was
fair.
While the birds are singing gaily to the rhythm of the trees.
In the first days of spring.

 
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