Spring - Tracy Chapman

There’s a cloud

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 roots 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

It’s late

It’s late

As I watch waiting

It will go turn away

The cycle cycling

There’s a face with new eyes

A baby crying

Who’ll greet every new day that may come

Like the first of spring

Like the first of spring