WINTER DAYS DWINDLING DOWN TO JUST A FEW, WISH I KNEW WHEN SPRING BREEZES WOULD COME BLOWING IN AND THE WORLD WOULD TURN GREEN AGAIN. YOU WERE MY LOVE FOR SO LONG WE SANG IN EACH AND EVERY SPRING WHEN THE SUNSHINE WAS BRIGHT IN THE SKY. WONDER IF YOU’LL COME BACK TO ME WHEN THE FIRST SPRING TULIPS BEGIN TO BLOOM.
