They say that spring is coming,
They tell me winter is through
I listen for the birds now
And dream of nightingales too
Yet still a chill comes over me
When will my heart feel like singing?
Though clouds today are winter gray
Could grass be green? Am I dreaming?
Who could say that spring is here?
It looks like snow late this evening
I’m longing for that morning
when winter will give way to spring…
(Artist : Greg Erwin)