Spring is in the Air
Spring is in the air; I can feel it in my hair.
I can feel it everywhere, like the still sweet sound.
Of a bird's love call, in the warm, sultry air.
That flows in from the sea, like the sap climbs the tree.
Bursting forth in flower, a brief display to lure the bee.
To bring me my honey, flowing to me.
As if in a dream, her face I seem to see.
In every flower, around every corner, in every tree.
Spring is in the air, and the fever's got me.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull