Far from Spring

by Jarrod Gawne

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

The sunlight’s drifting out of sight,
As I stand in my wooden box,
My little wooden box I call my home

And though we’re far from spring
I still hear the birdies sing
They don’t seem to worry about the season,
They don’t need no rhyme or reason
They just like to sing
They don’t worry about the season,
They don’t need no rhyme or reason,
Just to sing

And a kind voice told me that
I have no choice
But to do my best with the hand dealt to me,
Let my colours come flowing through me,
Just like in a dream
do my best with the hand dealt to me,
Let my colours come flowing through,
Into this dream

So I’m gonna live my life,
I ain’t gonna let my courage get snuffed out
The monsters in the room are nothing but,
Flickering shadows,
Won’t let’em keep me up at night

Well the sunlight’s drifting out of sight,
As I stand in my wooden box,
My little wooden box I call my home

And though we’re far from spring
I still hear the birdies sing
They don’t seem to worry about the season,
They don’t need no rhyme or reason
They just like to sing
They don’t worry about the season,
They don’t need no rhyme or reason,
Just to sing

So I’m gonna live my life,
I ain’t gonna let my courage get snuffed out
The monsters in the room are nothing but,
Flickering shadows,
Won’t let’em keep me up at night

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