Текст Tracy Chapman – Spring

There’s a cloud
There’s a cloud
A blue sky darkening
That veils the light of the sun

To great 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 root 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 is late
It is late
As I watch waiting
It will go come 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
Like the first of spring