I am longing for the warm sun to shine,
bringing warmth to these old bones of mine,
and to hear the first robin sing,
it's spring, it's spring!
I long to see the wild flowers bloom,
to go old to the beaver dam,
and see the jet planes zoom.
I am longing for the smell of spring,
and hear those song birds sing,
to jump on my four wheeler and go,
to where the red pine trees grow!
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