Spring
Tracy Chapman
There's a cloud
There's a cloud
A blue sky
Darkening
That veils
The light
Of the sun
And foretells
The rain
But there's
A bird
There
Are birds
And some
Are singing
To greet
Every new day
That may come
Like the first
Of spring
It is cold
It is cold
I've had
The feeling
At the heart
And in the core
The roots
Of all things
But there's
A bud
There's a bulb
It will be
Blooming
To greet
Every new day
That may come
Like the first
Of spring
It's late
It's late
As I watch
Waiting
It will go
Turn away
The cycle
Cycling
There's a face
With new eyes
A baby crying
Who'll greet
Every new day
That may come
Like the first
Of spring
Like the first
Of spring