| Song | sweet spring |
| Artist | Tin Hat Trio |
| Album | The Rain Is a Handsome Animal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
| All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
| Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
| Lovers go and lovers come, | |
| Are wandering, are wandering. | |
| But any two are perfectly alone, | |
| There’s nobody else alive. | |
| Such a sky and such a sun, | |
| I never knew, and neither did you | |
| And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
| Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
| But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
| Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
| Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
| Always joyful selves are singing. | |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
| All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
| Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
| Lovers go and lovers come, | |
| Are wandering, are wandering. | |
| But any two are perfectly alone, | |
| There' s nobody else alive. | |
| Such a sky and such a sun, | |
| I never knew, and neither did you | |
| And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
| Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
| But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
| Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
| Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
| Always joyful selves are singing. | |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time and viva sweet love. | |
| All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits | |
| Singing in our winging in the blossoming. | |
| Lovers go and lovers come, | |
| Are wandering, are wandering. | |
| But any two are perfectly alone, | |
| There' s nobody else alive. | |
| Such a sky and such a sun, | |
| I never knew, and neither did you | |
| And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths. | |
| Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening | |
| But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing. | |
| Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging | |
| Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming, | |
| Always joyful selves are singing. | |
| Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time, | |
| For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love. |