Jerry Herman — The Spring of Next Year

There will be a sweet taste in the air From industrial waste in the air And your eyelids will smart from the sting of the smog in the spring of next year There will be a black slick on the Seine And the sludge will be thick on the Seine And your eardrums will thrill to the ring of the axe in the spring of next year Ah, the apple trees blooming As they're crushed into pulp There'll be smokestacks consuming Each availablе gulp That's inhalable But the moment most thrilling bеgins When the pneumatic drilling begins It's a song that all Paris will sing in the bountiful spring of next year Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah You'll be watching the statues corrode We'll be hearing the fountains explode It's a song that the hatchets will ring and the derricks will swing and all Paris will sing in the bountiful spring of next year