Springtime come, and the flowers bloom.

Quiet walk in the park.

And the sun sinks and reddens.

Shelby Rose in the dark.

A yellow bird on a tree stump.

You take a stroll by the lake.

And when you see Shelby coming,

You feel your heart palpitate.



And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose how I feel.

And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose what I do.



And in a few days you tell her,

that the future is bright.

You fill her in on the prospect,

And she fills with delight.

It's a good thing you tell her.

Because you know that she'll stay.

You celebrate with some champagne,

And you wake the next day.



Every day is a walk in the park, every afternoon to the days turn dark.

Every night is heaven sent.

Every night is heaven sent.

Every day that I spend with you, every afternoon that we go to the zoo.

Every place we ever went.

Every night is heaven sent.