There will be springs
And springy things
There will be April mornings

Without hearts that sink

You will awake

Regard the day
And not a bone in you would wish to
Run away, run away


Almost was never
Almost was never

Almost was never, so in vain
So in vain


There will be smiles
Faces you know
There will be summer dresses

Where your scars won't show

Sometimes a sting

Not more than that
Faintly reminds you of the sorrows
You have had, you have had


Almost was never
Almost was never

Almost was never, so in vain
So in vain