when lonely feelings chill
the meadows of your mind
just think if [bad word] can spring be far behind?
beneath the deepest snows
the secret of a rose
is merely that it knows
you must believe in spring

just as a tree is sure
its leaves will reappear
it knows its emptiness
is just a time of year
the frozen mountain's dreams
of april's melting streams
how crystal-clear it seems
you must believe in spring

you must believe in love
and [bad word] it's on its way
just as a sleeping rose
awaits the kiss of may
so in a world of snow
of things [bad word] and go
where what you think you know
you can't be certain of
you must believe in spring and love