Theres a cloud
Theres a cloud
A blue sky darkening
That veils the light of the sun
And foretells the rain
But theres 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
Ive had the feeling
At the heart and in the core
The roots of all things
But theres a bud theres a bulb
It will be blooming
To greet every new day that may come
Like the first of spring
Its late
Its late
As I watch waiting
It will go turn away
The cycle cycling
Theres a face with new eyes
A baby crying
Wholl greet every new day that may come
Like the first of spring
Like the first of spring