Little Girl

Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees
Theyve been waiting for you and your
Springscream in green
Youve come to make them see
And to set them free
And then run into spring
Run, little girl, and bring your spade
Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls
Youll see that far underneath
Theres a soul you can take
With you into the spring
Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired
White and burying snow slowly, slowly
Laid the woods to sleep
Everything is lying still
Until somebody wakes them
Listen, little girl, the sun will tell you that
All the rays will come visit you now
The sun will spread its light and
Bring you all into the spring