spend the whole winter
awaiting the spring
for the tulips to bloom
for robins to sing
for buds to appear
upon all of the trees
for lilac blossoms
in the breeze
i'm buried in snow
i'm up to my head
i'm frozen solid
i'm practically dead
i'm haunted by ghosts
and bad memories
some get swept away
with the lilac breeze
BRIDGE
I wait all the winter
for rivers to flow
for bees to go buzz
for gardens to grow
and once they've appear
they're gone once again
all lovely things
must come to an end
wait the whole winter
for it to be spring
for tulips to bloom
for robins to sing
here in the north
when the lilacs arrive
it's good to be here
and good to be alive
