You are the sunlight
That paints the waves
You are the wild rose
That grows between the graves
And you are the end
Of a seven year rain
Now all of these signs of spring
Are here again
Just like the robin's song
After the painful dream
You are the joyful voice
That echoes down the street
And you are the end
Of a seven year rain
Now all of these signs of spring
Are here again
