Springtime

In winter's passing by old Stephen's Bay
She roams with a blue tear beneath a ragged veil
Down every lane she drifts, the snow at her feet
Turning each corner, never to be seen
Those who pass by her will hear a faint song
See softness in her eyes and sharpness on her tongue
But what does she sing of behind that veneer?
And what does she wish for behind all those blue tears?
Springtime awaits her and her song
Watch for her shadows, near you they will fall
Then just like a moment they will be gone
Springtime is calling for her to move along
Once I was caught by the sweet melody
She wished for a love in the winter, buried deep
She said, "Don't kill love, no, don't let it leave
Or you will end up a child, lost on these streets"
Springtime awaits her and her song
Watch for her shadows, near you they will fall
Then just like a moment they will be gone
Springtime is calling for her to move along
Springtime awaits her
Springtime awaits her
Springtime awaits her
Like a moment she will be gone
Springtime awaits her
Springtime awaits her
Springtime is calling for her to move along