And the wills of the river Leads you here Where the wind it is yielding And the light it is clear To rest upon forever Or to live for one more day No I won't restrain the morning I'll get ready for this spring Oh see them planets shining

It is the springtime of my loving The second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing So little warmth I've felt before It isn't hard to feel me glowing I watched the fire that grew so low, oh It is the summer of my smiles Flee from me,

From everyone Little bird, if I only knew Maybe I'd be more like you With a feather in my wing Is it spring? Who only tries to Maybe I like pleasure pain Of going and coming back again

And it's just breaking my heart 'Cause she's not you But she's not you And when we're dancing It almost feels the same I've got to stop myself from Whisp'ring your name She even kisses me like you used to do Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue

Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail I thought I heard the captain say Tomorrow is our sailing day Soon as that boat cleared the bar He knocked me down with a spar Well if I'd been a rich man's son I'd sit on the

What do you wanna wear this spring? What do you think is the new thing? What do you wanna wear this season? All of the day 'Cause she walks so bad, like it feels so good Listen to her radiate her magic Even though she knows she's misunderstood Voodoo,

Every time I open up the door, I can hear the sound of the windows Keep a little love and into air, I feel that I can hear the trees and Lay your seed into the ground and see if it will grow Now the spring is here, I’m so happy everything is clear, to

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're too late to get your supper Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man Washed his face with a fryin' pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Old Dan Tucker come to town Riding a billy

I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise Whom can I run to

Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air Went into the kitchen, your cigarettes were lying there Your jacket hung on the chair where you left it last night Everything was in place, everything was all right But you were missing Last night I dreamed