Lyrics Sister - Ben Howard

Sister
Love comes and goes
You walk a tight rope
Through it
Who really knows?
On tip toes
Picking acorn
But
Spring comes too early most years now
Spring comes too early most years now
Sister
You don't wait for it cold
I went looking for
Went away, turned cold
I want blue sky
Picking rose petals
Spring come too early most years now
Spring come too early most years now
Spring come too early most years now
Spring come too early most years now