behind the house we see the jonquils blow
in the mild air when winter seems a lie
it is the time for all good things to grow
outside the breezes do not cease to flow
and clouds are scudding grey across the sky
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
so clearly yellow do those flowers show
they banish dullness and we can descry
it is the time for all good things to grow
life is so eager to get up and go
so energetic it could almost fly
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
returning from their sleep as if they know
we long for colour to delight each eye
it is the time for all good things to grow
in proper order this is nature's show
we only guide it then we smile and sigh
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
it is the time for all good things to grow
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 8:35 AM UTC
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
in the mild air when winter seems a lie
it is the time for all good things to grow
outside the breezes do not cease to flow
and clouds are scudding grey across the sky
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
so clearly yellow do those flowers show
they banish dullness and we can descry
it is the time for all good things to grow
life is so eager to get up and go
so energetic it could almost fly
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
returning from their sleep as if they know
we long for colour to delight each eye
it is the time for all good things to grow
in proper order this is nature's show
we only guide it then we smile and sigh
behind the house we see the jonquils blow
it is the time for all good things to grow
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