I hope to see at least another Spring
And hear again the gold billed blackbird sing
On a leafy tree on a warm and breezy day
But time on my life ticks and ticks away
The Winter weather thus far mild after a pleasant Fall
Ten weeks to Spring in time not long at all
When pink blossoms will be on fruit bearing trees
And the songs of birds will be carrying in the breeze
And green parks and paddocks lush after recent showers
Will look resplendent in their September flowers
And silver billed magpie he will sing day and night
His flute like notes echoing in the moonlight
The ravages of time visibly showing on me
But another Spring I hope I live to see.
And hear again the gold billed blackbird sing
On a leafy tree on a warm and breezy day
But time on my life ticks and ticks away
The Winter weather thus far mild after a pleasant Fall
Ten weeks to Spring in time not long at all
When pink blossoms will be on fruit bearing trees
And the songs of birds will be carrying in the breeze
And green parks and paddocks lush after recent showers
Will look resplendent in their September flowers
And silver billed magpie he will sing day and night
His flute like notes echoing in the moonlight
The ravages of time visibly showing on me
But another Spring I hope I live to see.
