When the sun bursts the buds open,
In the middle of Spring.
And blue skies blind your eyes,
You feel like a king.
It might be frosty night and dawn,
The wind might zip and zing.
But a little bit of sunshine
Is a powerful thing.
When the sun bursts the buds open,
In the middle of Spring.
And blue skies blind your eyes,
You feel like a king.
It might be frosty night and dawn,
The wind might zip and zing.
But a little bit of sunshine
Is a powerful thing.
