When I hear a creaky stair,
I don't get afraid anymore;
When a car almost hits me,
My heart doesn't hit the floor.
My fear of dying long since replaced
By a half hope of a comfort it will bring.
And at last this long cold winter
Will turn into spring.

Spring
When I hear a creaky stair,
I don't get afraid anymore;
When a car almost hits me,
My heart doesn't hit the floor.
My fear of dying long since replaced
By a half hope of a comfort it will bring.
And at last this long cold winter
Will turn into spring.