The last white slabs of snow Melted off seven weeks ago And the geese are headed north again Through the tightening sky And I can feel my heart in my throat again New onions growing in the ground The cows come gingerly out of the barn And when they see that the ground is warm They pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good
And I feel it rushing down my throat, fresh blood I head out onto the earth Its cold heart is melting I don't know if I can stand it Springtime's coming That means you'll be coming back around New onions growing underground Underground