|Mmm, I like to read stories but I can hear the birds calling outside.|
|And I smell the sweet blossom on the trees|
|The sunrise has left a little of it's light for us amoung the grasses|
|I can dream here.|
|A peek over the wall|
|And think of the walks we'll have|
|Now that it's Spring|
Little Damson Blossom is waiting for you here.