| Song | Spring |
| Artist | Bill Callahan |
| Album | Dream River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:19.21] | The wind is pushing the clouds along of sightout |
| [00:27.78] | |
| [00:32.16] | A power is putting them away |
| [00:35.59] | |
| [00:40.98] | A power that moves things neurotically |
| [00:45.98] | |
| [00:50.04] | Like a widow with a rosary |
| [00:54.03] | |
| [00:58.66] | And everything is awing and tired of praise |
| [01:04.68] | |
| [01:07.39] | And mountains don’t need my accolades |
| [01:12.69] | |
| [01:16.12] | And spring bad looks lately anyway |
| [01:21.10] | |
| [01:23.49] | Like death warmed over |
| [01:25.52] | |
| [01:33.88] | And the bantam is preening madly |
| [01:37.27] | Waiting for the light dayof |
| [01:42.28] | |
| [01:47.13] | And all I want to do is to make love to you |
| [01:56.49] | |
| [01:58.73] | With a careless mind |
| [02:00.05] | |
| [02:03.04] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:04.77] | |
| [02:07.22] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:09.64] | |
| [02:11.64] | Who cares what’s mine? |
| [02:14.78] | |
| [02:15.34] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |
| [02:18.85] | |
| [02:30.58] | We call it spring though things are dying |
| [02:35.88] | |
| [02:39.25] | Connected to the land like a severed hand |
| [02:44.43] | |
| [02:47.99] | And I see our house on a hill a on clear blue morning |
| [02:56.62] | |
| [02:59.42] | When I am out walking my eyes are still forming |
| [03:07.03] | |
| [03:08.15] | The door I walk through and I see |
| [03:14.86] | |
| [03:16.31] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:23.62] | |
| [03:25.04] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:37.01] | My wide worlds collide |
| [03:40.94] | |
| [03:45.63] | And mind wide words collide |
| [03:49.99] | |
| [03:53.91] | seasons And kaleidoscoping |
| [04:04.12] | |
| [04:10.55] | All I want to do |
| [04:12.04] | |
| [04:14.72] | All I want to do is to make love to you |
| [04:23.56] | |
| [04:25.69] | In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt |
| [04:32.37] | |
| [04:34.18] | With a careless mind |
| [04:37.05] | |
| [04:38.35] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |
| [00:19.21] | The wind is pushing the clouds along of sightout |
| [00:27.78] | |
| [00:32.16] | A power is putting them away |
| [00:35.59] | |
| [00:40.98] | A power that moves things neurotically |
| [00:45.98] | |
| [00:50.04] | Like a widow with a rosary |
| [00:54.03] | |
| [00:58.66] | And everything is awing and tired of praise |
| [01:04.68] | |
| [01:07.39] | And mountains don' t need my accolades |
| [01:12.69] | |
| [01:16.12] | And spring bad looks lately anyway |
| [01:21.10] | |
| [01:23.49] | Like death warmed over |
| [01:25.52] | |
| [01:33.88] | And the bantam is preening madly |
| [01:37.27] | Waiting for the light dayof |
| [01:42.28] | |
| [01:47.13] | And all I want to do is to make love to you |
| [01:56.49] | |
| [01:58.73] | With a careless mind |
| [02:00.05] | |
| [02:03.04] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:04.77] | |
| [02:07.22] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:09.64] | |
| [02:11.64] | Who cares what' s mine? |
| [02:14.78] | |
| [02:15.34] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |
| [02:18.85] | |
| [02:30.58] | We call it spring though things are dying |
| [02:35.88] | |
| [02:39.25] | Connected to the land like a severed hand |
| [02:44.43] | |
| [02:47.99] | And I see our house on a hill a on clear blue morning |
| [02:56.62] | |
| [02:59.42] | When I am out walking my eyes are still forming |
| [03:07.03] | |
| [03:08.15] | The door I walk through and I see |
| [03:14.86] | |
| [03:16.31] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:23.62] | |
| [03:25.04] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:37.01] | My wide worlds collide |
| [03:40.94] | |
| [03:45.63] | And mind wide words collide |
| [03:49.99] | |
| [03:53.91] | seasons And kaleidoscoping |
| [04:04.12] | |
| [04:10.55] | All I want to do |
| [04:12.04] | |
| [04:14.72] | All I want to do is to make love to you |
| [04:23.56] | |
| [04:25.69] | In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt |
| [04:32.37] | |
| [04:34.18] | With a careless mind |
| [04:37.05] | |
| [04:38.35] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |
| [00:19.21] | The wind is pushing the clouds along of sightout |
| [00:27.78] | |
| [00:32.16] | A power is putting them away |
| [00:35.59] | |
| [00:40.98] | A power that moves things neurotically |
| [00:45.98] | |
| [00:50.04] | Like a widow with a rosary |
| [00:54.03] | |
| [00:58.66] | And everything is awing and tired of praise |
| [01:04.68] | |
| [01:07.39] | And mountains don' t need my accolades |
| [01:12.69] | |
| [01:16.12] | And spring bad looks lately anyway |
| [01:21.10] | |
| [01:23.49] | Like death warmed over |
| [01:25.52] | |
| [01:33.88] | And the bantam is preening madly |
| [01:37.27] | Waiting for the light dayof |
| [01:42.28] | |
| [01:47.13] | And all I want to do is to make love to you |
| [01:56.49] | |
| [01:58.73] | With a careless mind |
| [02:00.05] | |
| [02:03.04] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:04.77] | |
| [02:07.22] | With a careless, careless mind |
| [02:09.64] | |
| [02:11.64] | Who cares what' s mine? |
| [02:14.78] | |
| [02:15.34] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |
| [02:18.85] | |
| [02:30.58] | We call it spring though things are dying |
| [02:35.88] | |
| [02:39.25] | Connected to the land like a severed hand |
| [02:44.43] | |
| [02:47.99] | And I see our house on a hill a on clear blue morning |
| [02:56.62] | |
| [02:59.42] | When I am out walking my eyes are still forming |
| [03:07.03] | |
| [03:08.15] | The door I walk through and I see |
| [03:14.86] | |
| [03:16.31] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:23.62] | |
| [03:25.04] | The true spring is in you |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:37.01] | My wide worlds collide |
| [03:40.94] | |
| [03:45.63] | And mind wide words collide |
| [03:49.99] | |
| [03:53.91] | seasons And kaleidoscoping |
| [04:04.12] | |
| [04:10.55] | All I want to do |
| [04:12.04] | |
| [04:14.72] | All I want to do is to make love to you |
| [04:23.56] | |
| [04:25.69] | In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt |
| [04:32.37] | |
| [04:34.18] | With a careless mind |
| [04:37.05] | |
| [04:38.35] | With a careless, careless, careless mind |