At midnight I see,
the shining winter moon.
It makes me wonder when I'll see
the flowers bloom.
...
When Spring Comes
At midnight I see,
the shining winter moon.
It makes me wonder when I'll see
the flowers bloom.
The warm spring breeze,
and fresh new crops,
Its a perfect place for bees
with no more cold rain drops.
I hope it comes soon,
I hope it comes now.
But here I am with the moon,
along with a frown.