A Spring Madrical

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.