The seasons come, the seasons go,
And now it's May again.
And so, 'tho winter was a bitter cup,
Now everything is greening up.
Trees and blooms have sprung again,
And all the earth seems young again.
There's a softness to our dreams,
For nothing's as good or bad as it seems,
I just want to say again,
I sure am glad it's May again!
~Charles Osgood
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