August - The Spring Time is Coming

August is coming, days will be longer, bluer, blossums will appear, that cold chill of winter will whisper her end in our ear.
The Magpie will be choralling, the willy wagtail too, songmen in the night you will hear them, that their ballads are for you
That the fertile is rising, that nectar will come, that spring time and the flower will be blessed by the sun
And our fears of old winter, and of the age in our walk, won't seem so bleak or the thoughts of our talk
We know, and we've got to believe, that the clouds will pass by us... That winter is only a station that next stop is spring
and sweet is the memory of the hope that it brings.