Ella Fitzgerald — Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year

Spring will be a little late this year A little late arriving in my lonely world over here For you have left me and where is our April of old? You have left me and winter continues cold As if to say spring will be a little slow to start A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear It's merely that spring will be a little late this year Spring will be a little late this year A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear It's merely that spring will be a little late, a little late this year