Lyrics

Beneath the frost-kissed winter ground they dreamed in quiet gold,
The daffodils and primrose buds in slumber soft and cold.
But now the sun in tender light calls softly through the air,
And one by one they rise again, a promise everywhere.

The morning breeze is sweet and new, it dances through the trees,
And carries hints of blossom-time upon its wandering breeze.
The robins sing their waking song, the sky turns brighter blue,
And every field and hedgerow stirs with life returning true.

(Chorus)
Oh, spring has come to set us free,
To lift our hearts and let them be.
From winter's hush to daylight's gleam,
The world awakes from gentle dream.
With every bloom and every breeze,
Hope rises soft as budding leaves.

The crocus peeks in purple pride, the snowdrops bow in white,
And tulips stretch their painted hands toward longer, warmer light.
The earth itself seems newly born, refreshed by April rain,
And all the weary winter thoughts drift softly down the lane.

(Bridge)
For seasons turn like pages worn, yet each begins anew,
And spring reminds the waiting heart what sunlight still can do.
From quiet roots and hidden seeds, a brighter world appears,
A gentle sign that life moves on through all our passing years.

(Chorus)
Oh, spring has come to set us free,
To lift our hearts and let them be.
From winter's hush to daylight's gleam,
The world awakes from gentle dream.
With every bloom and every breeze,
Hope rises soft as budding leaves.

So let us walk the greening paths where morning dew still clings,
And breathe the clean, renewing air that early sunlight brings.
For in the daffodils' bright glow and skies of newborn hue,
We find the quiet truth of spring -- the world begins anew.