There'll always be another spring
When winter's a forgotten thing
The sleepy trees will all be waking
And they'll be shaking their blossoms down.
There'll always be another spring
A time when lonely hearts take wing
There'll always be a bed of crocus
That we will notice in town.
And so in life
A tear today may be a smile tomorrow,
How can we know
The joy of life unless we know the sorrow.
For Mother Nature has a way
Of chasing all the clouds of gray
And Father Time will still assist
A miss or a mister to have their fling,
For there'll always be another spring.