Now's the time when this will turn to fruit

All the poppies gonna push up through

And I can see the ground below

The places that I know, disappearing

And I can see the winter fade

I don't feel so afraid it's clearing



Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling



Life is only half way in our hands

Years have passed while I was making plans

And I could never find the words

I always felt absurd, and always outside



But now I know I shouldn't care

There's a song already there

Waiting inside



Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling



And I can feel the crock unwind

The parts of me I tied are running

And all the birds are in my head

The laughter that was dead is coming



Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling

Oh, what a feeling



The laughter that was dead is coming

Oh, what a feeling

The laughter that was dead is coming