There is sun on the leaves,
And birds in the trees,
Today they are singing with me,
A sweet melody of brightness and joy,
They think spring has come and the winter is running,
The snow all has melted the sun is abroad ,
Though the winter chill left small subtle scars,
Theres the tree that died when the winter came in,
And a man in an alleyway bottle in hand,
Now just a husk,
And even though living we begin to rust,
Yet still when i sing I'm reminded of spring ,
With the winters wind a running.