Spring comes once a year ,
When spring comes again
And we start everything over again
It seems time is ticking .
In spring each bird in the sky
Has a twinkle in their eyes .
You may be lucky to notice
The mountain shadows
But you have to keep your head
And shoulders up and eyes open .
When I pray in early spring
Someone always touches me .
My love for you in spring
Is always on my mind .
Sometimes spring becomes so dry
That the turtles go home .
Well in spring I can not wait
To come home to you .
By Brock
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