Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year

Time heals all things

I mustn't cling to this fear

It's merely that Spring will be a little late this year

A little late arriving in my lonely world over here

You have left me

Where is our April of old?

You have left me

And Winter continues cold

As if to say Spring will be a little slow to start

A little slow surviving this ache that I feel in my heart

Time heals all things

I mustn't cling to this fear

It's merely that Spring will be a little late this year