Bloom the yellow of flowers grow
Leaves of light weeds to throw
Climb the stalk of every stem
Rain will come to start again

Sun above the roof of warm
Lived the child of empty doom
Come outside to join the fun
It’s time to see the day begun

Not too late the birds of pray
The words are there for you to say
It’s time it’s time of not too late
Outside is there to open the gate