From the recording Wide World
Clear blue sky on a winter’s day
Sunlight falls like a fresh coat of paint
Everything is shining. Everything is new
My heart is singing. Winter is through!
Red tiled roof and a fat black crow
Houses with chimneys all in a row
I see a bird fly high through the trees
Spring is a bird flying back home to me!
Snow in patches on the grass
Icy sidewalks clean at last
I hear the church bells, distant and clear
Shouting a new song, springtime is here!