"Spring" lyrics

"Spring"

Somebody said, but they might be wrong
There's a girl up north who wrote me a song
New York City I'm her southern drawl
Woke up early for a late night call

And now I know that
I don't ever wanna leave
Ever wanna leave
Unless you're coming with me
And who says, you got to go
Sun will be up in an hour or so
I know love is blind
Sleep through the morning
We can take our time
I'm gonna make her my queen
Little white church on the first day of spring
On the first day of spring

Walking through the glow of the public park
Eyes grew heavy as the sky grew darker
Show me all the things that have your heart
Walked you home but we were home from the start

And now I know that
I don't ever wanna leave
Ever wanna leave
Unless you're coming with me
And who says, you got to go
Sun will be up in an hour or so
And I know love is blind
Sleep through the morning
We can take our time
And I'm gonna make her my queen
Little white church on the first day
on the first day of spring
On the first day of spring
On the first day of spring
On the first day of spring

Love is patient love is blind
Wish you saw what I saw that night
Love is chasing neon lights
Wish you saw what I saw that night
Love is patient love is blind
Wish you saw what I saw that night
What I saw that night
Wish you saw what I saw that night
What I saw that night

What I saw that night
Wish you saw what I saw that night
What I saw that night
Wish you saw what I saw


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