Little Girl

Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees

They've been waiting for you and your

Springscream in green

You've come to make them see

And to set them free

And then run into spring

Run, little girl, and bring your spade

Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls

You'll see that far underneath

There's a soul you can take

With you into the spring

Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired

White and burying snow slowly, slowly

Laid the woods to sleep

Everything is lying still

Until somebody wakes them

Listen, little girl, the sun will tell you that

All the rays will come visit you now

The sun will spread its light and

Bring you all into the spring