It's cold yet, a little cold, The clay's still wet, still in the mould. The wind's still blowing, Rainy clouds still flowing. It isn't spring yet, the wait goes on, I still wake up at the break of dawn Expecting to see the Sun, But it looks like winter's still having a good run. Feet still a little cold, Walking towards future, untold. Tremors of pain in the heart, Stop as soon as they start. I hear you birds, I hear you breeze, Spring, I know you're round the corner, waiting for winter to freeze...