The Longest Month Songtext
von Wendell Kimbrough

Sun is out, but it′s not bright
Snow on the ground is gray, not white
Christmas bells are far, far away
But it's still two months, ′til we reach May

February, how I hate thee!
February, how I hate thee!

Well you may say it's your birthday; or you may say you were in love
Maybe you just love Valentine's Day, so February is what you′re dreaming of
As for me, I′d say you're crazy. There′s only one thing else to say
If you were born in February, your folks were getting on in the merry month of May


Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon, come back soon
O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon!

Maybe you like the snowfall, getting buried under ice
Getting locked up in your home, making monsters out of roommates who were nice
As for me, I am crazy for the summertime rains
Thunderstorms in the afternoon that roll in quick and then quickly roll away

Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon, come back soon
O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon!

O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon, come back soon
O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon!

O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon, come back soon
O Spring time, O Spring time, come back soon!