When is the spring of my life?
will the flowers appear?
will the birds ere return
will the sun soon draw near? 

must I always be cold, 
will I always be weak? 
where is the spring 
and the warmth that I seek?

where are the colors?
my eyes cannot find
the kiss of a rainbow,
the fruit of the vine

I've long lived in winter
enduring the frost
missing the spring
and the warmth that I've lost

Show me the berries,
color the sky!
lead me to springtime
that there I might Fly!