Classic Poem

VERSE

January and February were never so empty and gray.
Tragic'lly I feel like crying,
" Without you, my darling, I'm dying, "
But let's rather put it this way:

REFRAIN

Spring will be a little late this year,
A little late arriving
In my lonely world over here.
For you have left me,
And where is our April of old?
You have left me
And Winter continues cold,
As if to say
Spring will be a little slow to start,
A little slow reviving
That music it made in my heart.
Yes, time heals all things,
So I needn't cling to this fear,
It's merely that
Spring will be a little late this year.