A blues song I want to sing.
Where's my spring.
This cold is really getting old.
My feet, they are going to freeze. I am not pleased.
Ice, not nice.
This is really not fine.
Where is my springtime.
Day after day, it does repeat.
I am really facing defeat.
Snow keeps falling. I keep crying.
Eternal is the night. A situation not bright.
The blizzards throw snow.
Is spring coming? I think no.
The weather's cold, it is'nt hot, Is s pring coming? I think not.