Spring time can make the hares go mad
So why can't it make me turn bad?
Spring time can make the moles turn sod
So why can't it make me stop believing in god?
Yes and Spring time can make the cockerels crew
So why can't it make me fall in love with you?
Well I can ask others my questions why
But Spring time for me is a good time to to die
There is so much life in this month of May
And April showers are ripe for the hay
Now march Spring flowers bring the buds today
So why can't I blame my love on they?
Spring time can make the blue birds sing
And Spring time can make the wedding bells ring
Oh why can't ourselves be flattered by a thing
As easy as Love in Spring?
The doves are cooing, and the pigeons chime
Their white collar necks call your place or mine
And butterflies play in a blue sky
So honey when I love you, my oh my
The Spring is the right time for being with you
But maybe we're just buying time
For somebody new
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