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