(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)



Here she comes

Silent in her sound

Here she comes

Fresh upon the ground



Come gentle spring

Come at winter's end

Gone is the pallow from a promise that's nature's gift



Waiting for the colour of spring

Let me breathe

Let me breathe the colour of spring



Here she comes

Laughter in her kiss

Here she comes

Shame upon her lips



Come wanton spring

Come for birth you live

Youth takes it's bow before the summer the seasons bring



Waiting for the colour of spring

Let me

Let me breathe

Let me breathe you

Let me breathe

Let me breathe you

Let me breathe