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saturday song: spring


well, with my soul still rejoicing every time i wake up and discover that it isn't 29 degrees and snowing, i thought i would share a song with you today about spring.  unfortunately, i can't find any videos of it on youtube, and i don't have the time to make one.  however, if you click here, it will take you to a webpage where you can just hit play on the little gray media bar right under the name of the song. 

the song is called spring, and it is by a folk singer named richard shindell, whom i have had the pleasure to see in concert.  this song has a decidedly irish tint to it, as it celebrates the rebirth of the world out of the brokenness of winter.  great song.  here are the lyrics:

Spring

from Somewhere Near Paterson

The day will begin like any other
Another sunrise in the east
It will reach across and touch you like a lover
It will tease you from a dream

And opening your eyes you will surrender
To the light that fills the room
And the hope that you have carried since September
You will offer up to June

Maybe will be certain
You can take it as a vow
Winters just the curtain
Spring will take the bow

Looking out your window you will wonder
At the blooming in your yard
And evry opening flower will be a mirror
Of the quickening in your heart

The day will begin like any other
Another sunrise in the east
It will reach across and touch you like a lover
It will tease you from a dream

Maybe will be certain

You can take it as a vow
Winters just the curtain
Spring will take the bow

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