Spring Ecstasy

Let me walk let me run

run straight to paridise

The weather is so mad with white

From the sky down to the earth

It but one thing were so

Lilacs or thorn they are out there

It would not be so hard

(It’s)so (very) hard to bear

The weather has gone mad with white

The clouds the highway touch

White lilacs enough is enough

White thorns too much