Bring Back the Springtime

When in the spring, the flowers are blooming bright and fair,
After the grey of winter's gone.
Once again the lark begins his tuning,
Back in the meadows of my heart.

Chorus Lord, to my heart bring back the springtime. Take away the cold and dark of sin. And, Oh refill me now, sweet Holy Spirit: May I warm and tender be again.

Lord, make me like that stream that flows so cool and clear
Down from the mountains high above;
I will tell the world the wondrous story
Of the precious stream filled with your Love.

Chorus Lord, to my heart bring back the springtime. Take away the cold and dark of sin. And, Oh refill me now, sweet Holy Spirit: May I warm and tender be again.

(moss rose from my mom's flower bed)