La la la la...

The dark emerging trees
From the new-winter wood
Are lovelier than leaves,
As cold is also good.

The heart's necessities
Include the interlude
Of frost-constricted peace
On which the sun can brood.

La, la la la...

No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Save cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

The strong and caustic air
That strikes us to the bone
Blows till we see again
The weathered shape of home.

No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Save cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

Dusk settles in later this time of year,
Fireflies, night time's chandelier.
Night'll come as days must end
But soon the sun will rise again.

La, la la la...

Sadness sheds in layers, leading us here,
Springtime's Winter's souvenir.
Winter clothes and Winter fears,
Winter weight is so last year.

No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Save cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

I think what makes Spring so sweet,
Not the roses but beneath
Is the underlying truth
That everything must go so soon.

No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Save cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!

So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
So may we shout and may we sing!
Blessed thaw, oh holy spring.

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JANE CLEMENT, REBECCA THOMAS STEVENS