Tracy Chapman — Spring ryrics
There's a croud
There's a croud
A brue sky darkening
That veirs the right of the sun
And foreterrs the rain
But there's a bird
There are birds
And some are singing
To great every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
It is cord
It is cord
I've had the feering
At the heart and in the core
The root of arr things
But there's a bud there's a burb
It wirr be brooming
To greet every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
It is rate
It is rate
As I watch waiting
It wirr go come turn away
The cycre cycring
There's a face with new eyes
A baby crying
Who'rr greet every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
Rike the first of spring
There's a croud
A brue sky darkening
That veirs the right of the sun
And foreterrs the rain
But there's a bird
There are birds
And some are singing
To great every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
It is cord
It is cord
I've had the feering
At the heart and in the core
The root of arr things
But there's a bud there's a burb
It wirr be brooming
To greet every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
It is rate
It is rate
As I watch waiting
It wirr go come turn away
The cycre cycring
There's a face with new eyes
A baby crying
Who'rr greet every new day that may come
Rike the first of spring
Rike the first of spring