Sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in thievery spirits singing near winging in the blossoming)lovers go and lovers comeawandering awonderingbut any two are perfectly alone there's nobody else alive (such a sky and such a sun never knew and neither did you and everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of yeses)not a tree can count his leaves each herself by opening but shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing (secretly adoring shyly tiny winging darting floating merry in the blossoming always joyful selves are singing)sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love