"There's a cloud
A blue sky darkening
That veils the light of the sun
And foretells the rain
But there's a bird
There are birds
And some are singing
To greet every new day that may come
Like the first of spring
It is cold
It is cold
I've had the feeling
At the heart and in the core
The root of all things
But there's a bud, there's a bulb
It will be blooming
To greet every new day that may come
Like the first of spring..."
"Tracy Chapman - Spring"
