To celebrate the day
I go looking for the sun
Fresh as the morning air
Spring has just begun
A gentle breeze
Has come my way
To brush my hair
And blow my cares away
Spring is in the air
The sun is breaking through
Pushing away the winter clouds
Making room for me and you
Our berry patch is ripening
Fields of corn are turning green
The rose bush is blossoming
Snow is nowhere to be seen
As she is born again in spring
Nature’s mood becomes our own
How long we wait to see it come
How brief it is, our ideal home
