Sweet Songs

As winter's fury begins to fade Spring's fragrant breeze is on the way Blowing gently o'er glen and glade Pretty painted butterflies will soon be on display While cherry trees begin to bloom Spring's fragrant breeze is on the way Gone are the dark and dismal skies of gloom Replaced by sunny skies of blue While cherry trees begin to bloom Tender thoughts of love are breaking through Gray clouds have disappeared Replaced by sunny skies of blue The sweet smell of spring is in the air Inviting birds to sing sweet songs Gray clouds have disappeared Creatures now come out in throngs As winter's fury begins to fade Inviting birds to sing sweet songs Blowing gently o'er glen and glade