I Hope To Be Living

I hope to be living for to welcome the Spring
And hear again the song the male blackbird does sing
His familiar song so melodious and clear
A beautiful voice of the Spring of the year
In life as we know there is no guarantee
This may be the very last Winter for me
The Reaper of lives on my life will have the last say
And except for suicides cases for everyone else it too will be this way
But in fancy i can hear the buzzing of the honeybees
In the sunshine taking nectar from the blossoms of the fruit bearing trees
Of the praises of Nature i feel happy to sing
Great joy to so many she always does bring
The first day of the Southern Spring is some twelve weeks away
And in twelve weeks there is many a night and a day.