That was my springtime, then,
When tears washed my whole world clean
And watered in love made new.
Was that your springtime too?
That was my springtime, then,
When I first raised my eyes
And gazed into infinite blue.
Was that your springtime too?
That was my springtime, then,
Blossoms torn off by pain
But then new wonders grew.
Was that your springtime too?
That was my springtime, then,
Bleakness and shearing wind
And yet soft sun broke through.
Was that your springtime too?
That was my springtime,
then,
All seemed so small and
plain
And yet the wild birds
flew.
Was that your springtime
too?
That was my springtime, then,
When falsehoods thaw and
wane
Learning that joy was
true.
Was that your springtime
too?
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