Julie London — Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year

Time heals all things I musn't cling to this fear It's nearly that spring Will be a little late this year A little late arriving In my lonely world over here You have left me Where is our April of all You have left me And winter continues cold As if to say Spring will be A little slow To start A little slow Surviving this ache That I feel in my heart Time heals all things I musn't cling to this fear It's merely that spring will be A little late This year