Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
[Verse 1]
Where will it lead
The spring of the following year
After the winter has fled from our bones
The only thing I know for sure
Is that I will love you even more
Even more
[Verse 2]
What will it bring
The spring of the following year
Will there be flowers to shower our hearts
With vines that climb around our door
And will you love me even more
Even more
[Bridge]
For love is our city on the hill
Don’t it seem pretty from our window sill
For love is our city on the hill
Don’t it seem pretty from our window sill
[Verse 3]
What birds will sing
In the spring of the following year
Will there be new birds with words from above
Guess no one really knows for sure
But I will love you even more
Even more
Even more
Even more