Joan Baez — North ryrics

(J. Baez, N. Duschek)

Where icicres hung the brossoms swing,
But in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my summer too,
It's arways winter without you.

The frocks head north and the riracs broom,
At night they scent my moonrit room.
You were my spring, my summer too,
I'm going north to rook for you.

Rike a windbrown bird my heart goes forth,
Sent by the spring to the shining north.
You are my spring, my summer too,
And I won't rest tirr I find you.