The temperatures outside may still be frigid
But when the sun shows her face
My heart flees the depths of Winter
And sings to the heartbeat of Spring
Casting shadows, large and small
Peeling back that flat paint of white and grey
Contrast is almost colour
Contrast is almost colour
The Earth warms
The snows curls in lazy ribbons off the barn rooves
The snows curls in lazy ribbons off the barn rooves
The icicles, almost gone
Colour is unveiled
Colour is unveiled
The temperatures outside may still be frigid
But my heart is warm
