The birds are back.
You can hear them singing, loud and awake.
The winter is hiding, the land has been tricked.
The birds don’t mind it, not one bit.
I can hear them singing,
bloom spring bloom.
The birds are back to collect their due.
only the tidbits
The birds are back.
You can hear them singing, loud and awake.
The winter is hiding, the land has been tricked.
The birds don’t mind it, not one bit.
I can hear them singing,
bloom spring bloom.
The birds are back to collect their due.