The message that I get from spring Is that a change can surely bring A break from sullen winter skies I listen and await replies The message of the summer sun Is that my life is sailing by And though from you I need a word It seems that you might not have heard And now I hear the words of fall In each departing curlew's call
Their message brings me to your door I guess I'll wait a little more The message of the winter sun Is that the day is nearly done I try to call you yet again But strangely silent you remain The message that I get from spring Is that a change can surely bring A break from sullen winter skies