If this were really spring,
I'd get out my colored pencils
and I'd set about to draw
Soon there would be flowers
and soon there would be green
And I would draw the birdsong
returning fine and bright
I draw them from my memory
if I lose my ear or sight
In spring sun down to sorrow,
Or maybe just the weight of time
on the structures underneath
And I can walk the dirt roads
and I will not fear for ice
Like the snow it's all gone
I will draw the world at morning,
I will draw the world the way it is,
but I'll make it feel alright
If this were really spring,
I'd declare our side the winter,
May and winter on our knees
If this were really spring,
I'd declare our side the winner,
me and winter on our knees
Me and winter on our knees