The trees they are a blowin’
The songs are being sung
The smell of spring upon us
A taste of winter is almost gone

The sun it is a shinin’
A little warmer every day
The flowers they are a bloomin’
And the bees are out to play

The people they are a smilin’
It must be something in the rays
The cool breeze is almost finished
Taking the cold winter air away

The children they are a laughin’
The birds are surely chirpin’
The world is still as crazy
But is prayin’ and a hopin’

Enjoy a ray or two this evening
And the moonlight later on
Make love until you move no more
And repeat it on and on

Brockman ©