Each Wondrous Thing

I wake up each morning
No matter what season , in spring .
For seeing you lie there ,
Reminds me of each wondrous thing .

The green in the meadow .
The fragrence of flowers that grow .
The fresh flowing waters .
The soft , gentle breezes that blow .

The songs that the birds sing .
The wonders that nature can do .
Are captured each moment
I spend lying here next to you .

And though every season
Will always change over , it's plain .
We'll know only springtime ,
Where our love shall always remain .

And that's as we planned it .
A season for our love to grow .
The seeds of our young love
Turned into the true love we know .

For now , we'll just linger .
Forever , our love in the spring .
As I lay beside you
Reminded , of each wondrous thing .

GREENWOLFE 1962