When you come,
Will you bring flowers?
Will you bring smiles?
Will you bring colour?
Will you bring joy?
Will you bring laughter?
Will you blow away the cobwebs,
Of a winter we would rather forget?

Cause I miss,
The early morning dew,
Children playing in the park,
Sunny afternoons,
Lovers walking after dark,
Picnics on the heath,
Pink blossom decorating the trees,
The annoyance of the bees,
And that feeling of,
Being alive and free.

So when you come,
Will you put a skip in our stride?
Will you light up our eyes?
Will you beckon us outside,
To bathe within you glory?
Will you?
When you come.