Testo
Springtime, and the sun is streaming into my life
And the trees are not a stir or a whisper
And time it stands so still
Springtime, and the sun is pouring into my room
And the birds return and wonder where you've gone
A day that aches without you
Springtime, and all the flowers are blooming eager to find you
And the birds are singing reverent like they know
And the sun is on my face, but it's cold
And you are on my mind
And you all my time
And you are all that I've been dreaming of