The clouds are hanging heavy I think it’s going to rain,
I’m watching all this through the window pane,
We’re now so deep in winter the trees are all so bare,
Some birds are just appearing which seems so very rare.
The gardens have no colour,
There’ greens and browns and black,
We’ll have to wait a few more weeks,
Then nature has her knack.
A dash of blue slips through the clouds,
And brightens up the day,
The sun it tries to hurry in,
But quickly whisked away.
But spring is round the corner,
Not very far away,
The skies will brighten up,
You’ll see a wonderful display.
The sun will shine in glory,
The skies they will be blue,
And folk sit in their gardens,
On chairs that they’ve bought new.