It's time for spring to come,
I have had enough
Of the snow and cold winter nights,
yes they're beautiful,
And everything shines like crystals in the winter,
But I want spring.
I was born in the month of May,
The heart of spring to me,
And I feel this tug of anticipation,
As spring comes slowly.
March is always in like a lion,
And out like a lamb,
Well that lamb better come soon,
Because I want spring to come,
And make everything new.