Spring is coming to our towns
Sun is shining over our hearts
And it shines bright, very hot
But am I happy? No I'm not
Summer is hiding behind it's back
And soon it will come and shine
With it's rays upon our heads
Pour the warm chills onto our beds
But I don't want it to come
I don't want to see the bright sun
I feel desperate, lonely and lost
Only pleasure I feel is winter's frost
My soul is cold, colder it can't be
I am lost at the northern, arctic sea
Guess I'll have to just wait for snow
And when it falls I know I won't feel so low
