| Spring will come and grass will grow
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| The brooks will hum with melted snow
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| If love is good to me
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| Clouds will cry and rain will fall
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| The earth will sigh and drink it all
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| If love is good to me
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| There always will be skies of blue above me
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| Just as long as Mother Nature makes you love me
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| Leaves will fall from winter’s chill
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| I’ll recall a summer thrill
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| That once you gave to me
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| These wonderous things each year
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| Depend on you my dear
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| This all could be
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| If love is good to me
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| If love is good to me
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| If love is good to me
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| There always will be skies of blue above me
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| Just as long as Mother Nature makes you love me
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| Leaves will fall from winter’s chill and
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| I’ll recall a summer thrill
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| That once you gave to me
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| These wonderous things each year
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| Depend on you my dear
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| This all could be
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| If love is good to me
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| This all could be
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| If love is good to me |