Springtime
springtime
over now
don't you cry no sad song
all the while
yeast and wine
come rain
springtime
over now
but for you
it's yet to come
shed a tear
far out dear
springtime
candy coat
whispering
"we're getting old"
too weak to stand
the drought
the rough
some might say
not good enough
springtime
where's the key?
old sprockets move
some ancient gear
and if there ever
was a ghost
it must have died
from fear