Are you a kind of good news or hope to me, my love?
Who says the season has passed, snow has burst into sight?
Don’t even ask me which spring this is, my love
My weary heart is in a sweet rush for your love
Don’t even ask me which spring this is, my love
My mature heart is in a sweet rush for your love
Do I feel this way when the spring comes?
Or does the spring come when I feel this way?
What does this have to do with you, anyway?
No wonder it is spring because I feel this way
Since my hands touched your hands
All winter you’ve had buds on your branches
Are you a kind of promise or grace to me, my love?
No matter what they say, just take me and hold me tight
Forget about the past springs, my love
The kingdom of my heart only welcomes your love
Forget about the past springs, my love
My weary heart only welcomes your love
Do I feel this way when the spring comes?
Or does the spring come when I feel this way?
What does this have to do with you, anyway?
No wonder it is spring because I feel this way
Since my hands touched your hands
All winter you’ve had buds on your branches