Wh ere icicles hu ng the blo ssoms sw ing
B ut in my hea rt there i s no spr ing
Y ou were my spr ing my summer t oo
It 's always win ter without yo u
Th e flocks head north and the lila cs bloom
At night they s cent my mo onlit ro om
Yo u were my spr ing my summer t oo
I' m going no rth to lo ok for you
Li ke a windblown bi rd my he art goes fo rth
Se nt by the sp ring to the shi ning no rth
Yo u are my spr ing my su mmer t oo
An d I won't re st till I find yo u