Look out for Spring,
The life underground,
The life underground.
The thawing and the overflow.
Oh early, early in the morning
We'll go.
Seven shades of green
Are painted on your door,
Painted on your door,
The field alive under the snow.
Oh early, early in the morning.
We'll go.
Oh world of rooftops,
Hearing one field song.
The walk in raincoats,
The wait for Easter, Tom.
We are awake or waking,
Awake or waking from.
Here that day comes.
