I'll live in memory's garden dear with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red, when fades the lilacs bloom And in early fall when brown
Ill live in memory's garden dear, with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red, when faith the lilacs bloom And in early fall when brown
live in memory's garden dear with happy days we've known In spring I'll watch for roses red and shades of lilac blue In early fall when the brown leaves
the children dance and sing as if the time were spring When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings Then the sun comes high and the spring
Dresses my mother wore were never of silk Places where she would go, it wouldn't fit in But I remember, cold days turned to spring Just to know she was
this hope I have that tells me Spring is coming, Spring is coming And all we've been hoping and longing for soon will appear Spring is coming, Spring
somebody shares a secret Then you're not supposed to tell Everything is changes Nothing stays the same No one can extinguish this eternal hallowed flame Some men spring
a savory dinner. As the assorted animals rush offstage in a flurry, Ida remains to tend her nest of four blue eggs and a curious looking large--quite large-- brown
can giggle with delight Like a picalow in flight I can roll like an old brown bear I can whistle I can sing like a scarlock in the spring When he
Music by Clifford Brown - Lyrics by Jon Hendricks We sing a spring (Sing joy spring) A rare and most mysterious spring (This most occult thing) Is buried
I'll live in memory's garden dear, with happy days we've known In spring I'll wait for roses red, when faith the lilacs bloom And in early fall when brown
in my roots underground, bits of grief still remain lingering memories, replacing joy by pain in my roots underneath my silent cries grind and burn shaping
Music by Clifford Brown Lyrics by Jon Hendricks We sing a spring (Sing joy spring) A rare and most mysterious spring (This most occult thing) Is buried
