"The check is in the mail"
And with my back to the window
The sun streams over my shoulder
My potted plants sit outside
Soaking in the light
And stretching their bent leaves
With spring in the air.
Winter over, the chill fades
Earth softens and trees green.
Shake off winter's dreaming,
And think clearly about new growth.
And with my back to the window
The sun streams over my shoulder
My potted plants sit outside
Soaking in the light
And stretching their bent leaves
With spring in the air.
Winter over, the chill fades
Earth softens and trees green.
Shake off winter's dreaming,
And think clearly about new growth.