A Spring Madrical

Written by: David Smalling

Every setting sun commences another dawn
So spring shall always be like summer here
And there in green fields the graceful fawn
And there the melody of birds filling the air.

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.

There is a change in the wind too, a new scent
A new vigor vibrating the dance in the limbs
A coy laugh breaking on a beach of argument
New hope eternal in old dreams mortal swims.

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.

The blossoms rich will turn to fruit, the new mist
Of morning will fade, but in our hearts will stay
The wonder of love, and the wonder of first kiss
And the deeper longing for faith's sweeter day

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.