The Longing of Springtime
If I could live one day again, I'd choose that day so fair
Our walk among the jaded trees, in dappled shade, a blanket spread
You picked among the meadow grass the flowers for my hair
The earth was fresh with dampened grass, a tender flowered bed
With innocence and tender care, young love within our reach
Such longing eyes, your tender touch, like petals in the wind
The folded clothes, which lie nearby, no words between us said
We languished there beneath blue skies, and promised love began
But time moves on and days grow short, for springtime fades to gray
We're not so young, but still I long, although our autumn's here
With winter near, I feel your love, just as it was that day...
It warms my heart to be assured that love can last the years
Far back in time, with younger face,
Our future was untold
My dream awakes, I'm young inside, .....
When did we both grow old?
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