In the spring of April, 72’
I met a man what could I do
His eyes sparkled of
golden ember
Yes, that’s right
I now remember
And then he smiled
With such delight
My stomach rolled
With amazing fright
It was like a miracle
From the sky above
Sending forth someone to love
The flowers were blooming
The trees were so green
Spring showed me
Love wasn’t so mean
By: Jill Reynolds
Wrote in 1972
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