Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year

January and February were never so empty and gray

Tragically I feel like crying

"Without you, my darling, I'm dying"

But let's rather put it this way

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 of old?

You have left me, and winter continues cold

As if to say

Spring will be a little slow to start

A little slow reviving the music it made in my heart

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

It's merely that

Spring will be a little late this year

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

It's merely that

Spring will be a little late this year