As the snow begins to melt,
water drips from the trees.
Winter time is over,
and now comes spring.
So put away the ice-skates,
and bring out the fishing rods,
as a butterfly flies,
across our backyard,
to meet me at our pond.
After hours of fishing,
I\'ll throw them on the grill.
You can make the pies,
and warm them,
on the window sill.
We\'ll have fun together,
as we talk, laugh, and kiss.
As I look at you,
I know on this earth,
it does not get better than this.
At night we\'ll watch the stars,
from our back porch swing.
We\'ll sit together,
and hold hands,
and smell the beautiful spring.