Whispers of the Springtime

Wind in the willow

Soft like a sigh

Tea steam rising

Drawing the sky

Lanterns on the river drift in a line

Your name on my tongue like jasmine and wine

I hear the wind in the springtime

Calling me back to you

Over the roofs of the old town

Over the pale green roofs

Petals fall

And the boats slide through

I hear the wind in the springtime

Singing your name in blue

Stone bridge waiting

Worn by the years

Rain on the tiles

Washing my fears

You laugh in the courtyard

Barefoot on stone

Cherry-red ribbon

Pulling me home

I hear the wind in the springtime

Calling me back to you

Over the roofs of the old town

Over the pale green roofs

Petals fall

And the boats slide through

I hear the wind in the springtime

Singing your name in blue