Another Spring

Angelo badalamenti, john clifford Old people talk to themselves When they sit all 'round all day This old woman I knew I used to go over there and sit with her And she'd be sitting around In a rocking chair talking to herself And she used to say she used to say Sometimes the cold gets in my bones so bad Till I just don't think I can go Yeah and for a little while well I don't care If my days are coming to an end And just as soon be gone sometimes Sometimes the night comes down on me And I know what's ahead An evening in this cold old house With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed An evening in this cold old house With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed Sometimes I wonder why I stay What am I waiting for My children are grown and gone away They got children of their own now Don't need me anymore In winter when the streets are bare There ain't nothing much to see I just can't help missing and thinking About that kindly man That one old winter time came And took away from me And then one morning Another spring is there outside my door Things are blooming Birds are singing And suddenly yes well I ain't sad Ain't sad no more ain't sad no more When it's warm and the sun is out It's like my heart's restored I've had my love I've had my children And I have so many memories So don't mind me complaining What the years may bring Cos this old world has been fine with me really And I'm thankful for seeing another spring It's gonna be better this time another spring It's gonna be groovier this time another spring It's what's happening this time So I'm thankful for letting me see another spring