You say you don't believe in spring But spring is love and love is in everything Within the bare branches of December trees Live the red leaves of fall You don't have to believe at all
A skylark rises up from the ground It is singing but you don't hear the sound But that does not mean the lark's not there Just cos you're not aware It doesn't need you to care
Warmth comes from the sun Wind blows on everyone And the rivers wind Even though you're not mine
In the dark you don't see me at all When it is raining you don't hear me call But above the clouds of gray and the dark The sky is always blue That doesn't depend on you
Warmth comes from the sun Wind blows on everyone And the rivers wind Even though you're not mine