stand here on the bridge with me
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and look down below
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see how high the river is
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from all the melting snow
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I think the river is laughing
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like a thousand old ladies
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like a thousand silver chimes in the wind
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ah, when Spring comes
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there's nothing you can hide
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making all your feelings come alive
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frozen toes and tons of clothes
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in winter time is done
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people are like flowers
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they blossom in the sun
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open up you flowers
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tell us when and we'll follow you
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la la la
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ah, when Spring comes
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there's nothing you can hide
|
making all your feelings come alive
|
so you open up
|
your windows and doors
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and the sun and the breeze
|
streams across the floors
|
the river is rising
|
the birds are returning
|
the earth is promising
|
Love
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(or something like that)
|
I don't know
|
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talking with you on the road
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I couldn't hear what you said
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for there was honking in the heavens
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honking overhead
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but you can't fool me
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I know that cars don't fly
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la la la
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ah, when Spring comes
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there's nothing you can hide
|
making all your feelings come alive
|
and you feel so different inside
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that you think that in winter
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you must've been barely alive
|
the river is rising
|
the birds are returning
|
the earth is promising
|
Love
|
(or something like that)
|
I don't know
|
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I think I would read my books
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if they weren't upside down
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and I wasn't on the window ledge
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dropping them on the ground
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I think I'll get my bicycle out
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down the road I'll sway
|
la la la
|
|
ah, when Spring comes
|
there's nothing you can hide
|
making all your feelings come alive
|
so you open up
|
your windows and doors
|
and the sun and the breeze
|
streams across the floors
|
the river is rising
|
the birds are returning
|
the earth is promising
|
Love
|
(or something like that)
|
I don't know
|
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When Spring Comes
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| Jane Siberry |
