Where will it lead the spring of the following year?
After the winter has fled from our bones
The only thing I know for sure's that I will love you
Even more, even more
And what will it bring the spring of the following year?
Will there be flowers to shower our hearts
With vines that climb around our door?
And will you love me even more, even more?
For love is our city on the hill
Don't it seem pretty from our window sill?
For love is our city on the hill
Don't it seem pretty from our window sill?
What birds will sing in the spring of the following year?
Will there be new birds with words from above?
Guess no one really knows for sure
But I will love you even more, even more
Even more
Even more
