The purple sweetness
Of wisteria is near
I glance over, shy

The purple sweetness
Of wisteria is near
I glance over, shy

Morning or midnight
The rose opens when it’s time
She waits for no one

Two lights looking down
As I’m looking up at them
Perspective matters

It’s a big blue boot
Calling all cowboys to eat
Breakfast on the square

Spring keeps her promise
She returns with her jewels:
Tassels and sunshine
