Spring will be a litle late this year

January and February were never so empty and gray
Tragically I feel like crying
Without you my darling, I'm dying
But let's rather put it this way

Spring will be a little late this year
A little late arriving in my lonely world over here
For you have left me
And where is our April of old?
You have left me
And winter continues cold

As if to say spring will be a little slow to start
A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart
Yes, time heals all things, so I needn't cling to this fear
It's merely that spring will be a little late this year