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There's a cloud There's a cloud A blue sky darkening That veils the light of the sun And foretells the rain But there's a bird There are birds And some are singing
To greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring
It is cold It is cold I've had the feeling At the heart and in the core The roots of all things But there's a bud there's a bulb It will be blooming
To greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring
It's late It's late As I watch waiting It will go turn away The cycle cycling There's a face with new eyes A baby crying
Who'll greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring