The Queen of Spring

The queen of spring has woke up the dream

He’s dead she said as she cut off the head

(Of old man winter)

His Thoughts now splinter into the void

(So tender)

the young bud gets to be fed

(And is now a flower)

You can’t avoid its power

(Pushed into the soil)

It’s of the hour, to sweat and to toil

For the garden of love you are creating

She’s awoken the dream

She is the queen

Of spring

The birds all sing

(so liberating)

This garden of love you are creating

Old man winter is dead, she said

As She cut off his head

(No more frost)

A love that’s not lost

(No time to cry)

So dry your eyes

(Let’s celebrate)

The trees cannot wait

(They’re blooming for you)

In this garden of love that so consuming

(So get to sweat and to toil)

She’s awoken the dream

She is the queen

Of spring

The birds all sing

(so liberating)

This garden of love you are creating

The queen of spring has woke up the dream

He’s dead she said as she cut off the head

(Of old man winter)

His Thoughts now splinter into the void

(So tender)

the young bud gets to be fed

(And is now a flower)

You can’t avoid its power

(Pushed into the soil)

It’s of the hour, to sweat and to toil

For the garden of love you are creating

The queen of spring has woke up the dream

He’s dead she said as she cut off the head

(Of old man winter)

His Thoughts now splinter into the void

(So tender)

the young bud gets to be fed

(And is now a flower)

You can’t avoid its power

(Pushed into the soil)

It’s of the hour, to sweat and to toil

For the garden of love you are creating

She’s awoken the dream

She is the queen

Of spring

The birds all sing

(so liberating)

This garden of love you are creating

Old man winter is dead, she said

As She cut off his head

(No more frost)

A love that’s not lost

(No time to cry)

So dry your eyes

(Let’s celebrate)

The trees cannot wait

(They’re blooming for you)

In this garden of love that so consuming

(So get to sweat and to toil)

She’s awoken the dream

She is the queen

Of spring

The birds all sing

(so liberating)

This garden of love you are creating

The queen of spring has woke up the dream

He’s dead she said as she cut off the head

(Of old man winter)

His Thoughts now splinter into the void

(So tender)

the young bud gets to be fed

(And is now a flower)

You can’t avoid its power

(Pushed into the soil)

It’s of the hour, to sweat and to toil

For the garden of love you are creating

Old man winter is dead, she said

As She cut off his head

(No more frost)

A love that’s not lost

(No time to cry)

So dry your eyes

(Let’s celebrate)

The trees cannot wait

(They’re blooming for you)

In this garden of love that so consuming

(So get to sweat and to toil)

She’s awoken the dream

She is the queen

Of spring

The birds all sing

(so liberating)

This garden of love you are creating