Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday

Sometimes the birds won't sing

Sometimes the flowers bloom early

Sometimes it snows in Spring

Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight

Leaving a painted sky

Sometimes days end without a light

A blinded lullabye

Sometimes I dream; dancing with you

and of the joy you bring

Sometimes I recall a stranger

On days it snows in Spring

But most times, my dreams stay as dreams

Most times you will just be

Most times I will wait for the snow

While you will see the Spring