When winters cold shadows are gone.
With wide open eyes from now on.
Invite the soft bright sunlight in.
To stir the soul lying deep within.

Stretch out your hands, and touch with finger tips.
The beauty of flowers, where the honeybee sips.
Then look around you, at the astonishing view.
Nature is evolving it's splendour for you.

So take her hand gently, and smile into her eyes.
Turn to the east, drink in the sunrise.
Wrap your arms around her, to make her heart sing.
Then whisper softly, it's spring, It's Spring.