Winter is over and Spring is here,
all things are new at this time of the year;
bringing the promise of love and cheer,
to hell with all that someone bring me a beer!
Chorus:
O sing to me in the clear morning air,
of sunshine and gladness and never a care;
take all your problems and give them a miss,
whilst me and my true love do share a sweet kiss!
The piper will play us a merry old song,
we’ll all dance together as we sing along;
if you hear a loud cough, you know there's nothing wrong
someone just pulled too deep on the bong!
Repeat Chorus
The bees in the trees do their amorous dance,
filling the air with the scent of romance;
and if you give me but half a chance,
l'll make record time getting into your pants!
Repeat Chorus
May 1996
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