Biting winter wind,
Rolling through the alleyway,
Making spring the fool,
Or so it would seem to me,
And my tissue paper coat.
Biting winter wind,
Rolling through the alleyway,
Making spring the fool,
Or so it would seem to me,
And my tissue paper coat.
Sunrise melodies,
Awaken cool ocean air,
Kissed by Easter’s gifts.
Would it be foolish of me,
To name this day, Perfect Spring?