The first cuckoo of spring 
Sets my heart aflame 
The Caribbean winds 
Are gently blowing in 

The first cuckoo of spring 
Is music to my ears 
My [bad word] home 
Summer’s drawing near 

The endless snow 
Flickers in the past 
All the pretty flowers 
Are starting to bloom at last 

The first cuckoo of spring 
Such beauty to revere 
My [bad word] home 
Summer’s drawing near 

I’ve been pining for your touch 
Winter stole the light 
The first cuckoo of spring 
Has brought me back to life 

The [bad word] out of hiding 
Burns away my tears 
My [bad word] home 
Summer’s drawing near 

My [bad word] home 
My darlin’s drawing near