From the recording ROLL WITH IT, BABY


Springtime in the city
blossoms in the air
lovers strolling arm in arm
in mine there’s no-one there
Springtime seems a stranger
its joys are far and few
for me it comes as special way 
each time I listen to
How Bill’s heart sings
oh, how it sings
of simple things that light each night
and warm each day 
chasing away the blues and grays
each day with golden melodies of joy
How heartache stings
the tears that it brings
ooh, Then rising through the cold and dark,
songs of love from my Bill’s heart
make the April showers part
How Bill’s heart sings
oh, how it sings
up high on wings I hear it clearly as a bell
knowing I fell under its spell
refrains of whispered promises of love