(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)
Here she comes
Silent in her sound
Here she comes
Fresh upon the ground
Come gentle spring
Come at winter's end
Gone is the pallow from a promise that's nature's gift
Waiting for the colour of spring
Let me breathe
Let me breathe the colour of spring
Here she comes
Laughter in her kiss
Here she comes
Shame upon her lips
Come wanton spring
Come for birth you live
Youth takes it's bow before the summer the seasons bring
Waiting for the colour of spring
Let me
Let
me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe
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