When I was young I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I'm much more grown up
I fear that I must stone up
(I confess that I must own up : RP)
To the fact that I'm in dout of
What the modern cynics shout of

They say it's spring
This feeling light as a feather
They say this thing
This magic we share together
Came with the weather, too

They say it's May
That's made me daft as a daisy
It's May they say
That gave the whole world this crazy
heavenly hazy hue
I'm a lark
on the wing
And the spark of a fire flies fling
Yet to me
this must be
something more than a season old thing

Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You're what I'm clinging to
Though they say it's spring
It's you

If poets sing
that when a heart's sympathetic
It's merely spring
Then poets plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic, too
They say it's spring
For lovers that's where the lure is (or For lovers there were the layer is :BD
(or For lovers that were the lure is : RP
That evil things
For which September the lure is (or For which September the cure is :BD,RP
This they're sure is true
Thought I know
that it's so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right one in sight
One can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring
To bring
the wind that you brought me
Though it was spring
That wonderous day that you caught me
Darling I thought that we knew
That it wasn't spring
'Twas you

（聞き取り：BD　ブロッサム･ディアリー耳、RP　ルース･プライス）