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Once I was a sentimental thing,
Threw my heart away each spring,
Now a spring romance hasn’t got a chance
Promised my first dance to winter,
All I’ve got to show?s a splinter for my little fling!
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Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You’re what I’m clinging to
Though they say it’s spring
It’s you
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Spring vacation
Good vibration
Summer weather
We’re back together
Here’s ya money
Hey, not funny
Hey what’s it to ya,
Hallelujah
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June she’ll change her tune
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night
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Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it’s time to live in the scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
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It is the springtime of my loving
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing
So little warmth I’ve felt before
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low, oh
Nothing else matters if you’re dead.
Well-a, beat the drum and hold the phone,
The sun came out today.
We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field.
A-roundin’ third, and headed for home,
It’s a brown-eyed handsome man,
Anyone can understand the way I feel.