The winter leaves are falling
To the ground; last of the dead.
Spring brings out a new revival
To the life on Gaia’s head.
And you know, it’s a trip
The way life takes you;
throws you back and forward.
You can’t complain
That things are always the same;
We’re just apples in her orchard
Oh, the love flares high in the meadows;
It blinds your eyes, brings new surprise
And color to a world of grays and whites.
Run along; find your heart again
And now you run along; and now you find your heart again
You keep on growing on; but now you’ve found your youth again.