Daffodils After the Snow

Frost on the window, cold coffee on the sill. Been counting grey

days, waiting for a colored thrill. You pull back the curtain,

say, "Baby, come and see". Little green promises breaking through the

concrete. Daffodils after the snow. I thought the sun forgot this

road. Now every step something grows. You and me waking up slow.

Daffodils after the snow. Yellow crowns in a shining row. I feel my

heartbeat overflow. You're my spring. You're my spring. I know.

Ooh. I know. Ooh. Old coat by