Springtime
The light is fading fast
This day will be the last
Of the Spring that brought the heat
Of the love that we both seek
It's clearly heaven sent
Love is the instrument
On which we play our tune
And sing up to the Moon
First you bring the Wattle
Then you bring the Brush
And you seal it with the Silky Oak
This Springtime is so lush
You know I think it's time
For me to change my mind
To save what I may lose
It's time for me to choose
The light is fading fast
This day will be the last
Of the Spring that brought the heat
Of the love that we both seek
First you bring the Wattle
Then you bring the Brush
And you seal it with the Silky Oak
This Springtime is so lush
Feel the wind of change
Feel the wind of change
Feel the wind of change
Feel the Spring of change
Feel the wind of change
It's glory days
Feel the wind of change
Feel the Spring of change
Feel the wind of change
It's glory days
First you bring the Wattle
Then you bring the Brush
And you seal it with the Silky Oak
This Springtime is so lush
First you bring the Wattle
Then you bring the Brush
And you seal it with the Silky Oak
This Springtime is so lush
Feel the wind of change
It's a brand new age
Feel the wind of change
Feel the Spring of change
Feel the wind of change
It's glory days
Feel the wind of change
Feel the Spring of change
Feel the wind of change
It's glory days
Writer/s: Neil Farmer and Broke Road
