The mists of change begin to clear The dark of Ages disappears The buds are back, the leaves are here The thought of summer's more than I can bear Crying in a man I know is wrong It's just that winter's been so long And everything's been going wrong The summer brings such hope withing spring song If things come soon, and soon they must I promised myself to clear the dust That's building up inside my head Shrinking the rope of life into this fraying thread The mists of change begin to clear The dark of Ages disappears The buds are back, the leaves are here The thought of summer's more than I can bear