Laughter

Looking for the first blooms of the spring
In early hours
All the days were new and first to fade
In my mind everlasting
Small enough to stay out of the rain
Survive the cruelest month and flower
The way that I kept looking for the signs
In seasons after

I heard the sound
Paradise found
In her laughter
In her laughter
I heard the sound
Paradise found
In her laughter
In her laughter

Then I caught myself trying to judge me
When I needed wisdom and patience
Led astray by a fragrance or flame
It was the smoke from the ashes
So I went looking for softness

Now my girls look back at me
Blossoms on bare fingertips
Waving them into the wind
Let them go into the wind
Heavy sky above us planning
Long before the bloom began
Let them go into the wind
Hold the memory in my head

In her laughter
In Her laughter
Paradise found
In her laughter
In her laughter
All the heavy sky before the rain
First to fade
Never mattered, never mattered

I heard the sound
Paradise found
In her laughter
In her laughter

Now my girls look back at me
Blossoms on their fingertips
Waving them into the wind
Let them go into the wind