Spring is here, there's no mistaking,
Robins building nests from coast to coast.
My heart tries to sing, so they won't hear it breaking.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
College boys are writing sonnets,
In their tender passion they're engrossed.
While I'm on the shelf with last years Easter bonnets.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Love came my way, I hoped it would last.
We had our day now it's all in the past.
Spring came along, a season of song.
Full of sweet promise, something went wrong.
Doctors once prescribed a tonic.
Sulphur and Molasses was the dose.
Didn't help a bit, my condition must be chronic.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All alone, the party's over,
Old Man Winter was a gracious host.
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover,
Spring can really hang you up the most.
