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David Louis Lamotte
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Still a chill in the air, but winter is waning
And springtime is winning, I swear that it will
Will you come with me to greet the new morning
The new buds are forming, the sky's turning blue
Blew by so much of my life looking down
Like a sad painted clown, but I'll wipe that face off
Often I've dreamed of this kind of adventure
And this is the clincher - I'm inviting you
Oo, don't you want to come with me?
We'll never have this day again
And hey, you keep talking 'bout changes
This just might be where they begin
Intoxicating, I've been hibernating
But now I am waking, a silly old bear
Bare branches whisper while others play rhythm
The jazz trees will give'em side stick on a snare
Snared by a bramble the seeds take the gamble
To see where we ramble and drop them anew
A new sense of possible, the thing about seeds is
They trust in the breezes and go with them there
There's no time to wait on tomorrow
'Til our lists are all tidy and done
We might wait until eighteen forevers
And then find that we missed all the fun
Fungus and lichen, I must say I'm liking
The green that we're hiking through everywhere
Wearing these grins as the new day begins
We're shedding our skins coming over the hill
Hilarious laughter, my worn spirit rises
The light in your eyes is a beauty to see
Scenery shifting, we're not going to miss it
We'll soak in this bliss, it's not time to be still
Still a chill in the air, but winter is waning
And springtime is winning, I swear that it will
Written by: David Louis Lamotte