Tell me where did you go when you left this earth?
Did you fly to the Moon?
Drink some tea with the crows?

Spring is a fine time to die

Daffodils bloom
Smiling yellow and bright
Sun has returned shining warm on closed eyes

Spring is a fine time to die

Oh, the rain comes and goes
And, the birds sing again
I bid you adieu, say farewell my old friend

Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die

Fly on with the black crows cawing
Honking with the geese
Fly on with the werewolf howling
Hoot owl in the tree
Fly on, fly on, fly on

Words slow as honey
As you laughed with your eyes
Drank your dandelion tea out on the the mossy countryside

Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die

You rambled these lands
From the east out to the west
And, now, we'll hear you honking with the geese on the wind

Fly on with the black crows cawing
Honking with the geese
Fly on with the werewolf howling
Hoot owl in the tree
Fly on with the vultures circling
Fly on with light green
Fly on with the kettle boiling, mist upon the breeze
Fly on, fly on, fly on
Fly on, fly on, fly on

Magnolia, tulip, and daphne, too
Flesh is temporary but your songs will carry on forever

Spring is a fine time to die
Spring is a fine time to die