And I know while I’m dreaming of you,
You’re letting me go bye-bye
Drown in the dew of Spring
I’m faded, fading fast, and nothing can really last til the last bell of the midnight toll doth ring
The Thing is- in the Spring is to find someone
You melt away like the snows that don’t come around here no mo
I don’t like runoff anyway
Deluge my dreams and sends them to the rapid springs, the rapid turn and churn my rock my roll.