When Spring Was O'er the Land
Gordon Lightfoot
|_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | Get yourself some love my boy I pray don't hesitate Find a little sweetness my friend, why wait Love is everywhere It is waiting to be found You can feel it in the breeze You can see it all around Now many are its memories And sacred is their truth Of the love we taste in our own sweet youth When the snows are gone And the spring is o'er the land You may stroll upon its shore Where the waters kiss the sand There along the wood side amid the violets blue You may ask her for her love And she'll steal away with you Sweetly she'll caress you And gently will she sigh And love you more and more With each moment that goes by |_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | Soon the years will pass you by And then where will you be Where is your young wife and your fa__-mi__-ly Blessed is the man With a son to bear his name Now there may be many more But you'll love them all the same Blessed are the times when true love had its day When spring was o'er the land, long ago and far away |_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ ab6,4 |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |!