There'll Always Be Another Spring
There'll always be another springWhen winter's a forgotten thingThe sleepy trees will all be wakingAnd they'll be shaking their blossoms down.
There'll always be another springA time when lonely hearts take wingThere'll always be a bed of crocusThat we will notice in town.
And so in lifeA tear today may be a smile tomorrow,How can we knowThe joy of life unless we know the sorrow.
For Mother Nature has a wayOf chasing all the clouds of grayAnd Father Time will still assistA miss or a mister to have their fling,For there'll always be another spring.