Spring

[Intro]
Well, are you ready, sir?

[Verse 1]
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing
Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha, Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha

[Verse 2]
The palm and may make country houses gay
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay
Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha, Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha

[Verse 3]
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit
In every street these tunes our ears do greet
Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha, Do, do-do-wi, cha-cha

[Outro]
Spring, the sweet spring, the sweet spring!
Spring