When The Days Begin To Lengthen

When the Days Begin to Lengthen.

When the days begin to lengthen

And the shadows shorter grow

And the ruddy sun creeps higher

Where the gray clouds dully go,

Then my heart leaps up rejoicing

Like a starved and 'prisoned thing,

For I'm longing, longing, longing

For the coming of the spring.

Oh, I hate the winds that bluster,

And I hate the chill that blights,

And the days of gray depression

And the drear ice fettered nights.

When the light begins to lengthen,

Then my heart begins to sing,

For I'm longing, longing, longing

For the coming of the spring.

-Cleveland Plain Dealer.