Starving Robins

It's there in the woods
As I child I could
See down where the deer ate dying grass
And hear when the starving robins asked

Where's the Spring?
Met with the mightiest change in the breeze
And with that wind in mind, there's the truth
Beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth

Right out of the blue
A frost came to abuse
Down where the deer ate the dying grass
Near where the starving robins asked

Where's the Spring?
Met with the mightiest change in the breeze
And with that wind in mind, there's the truth
Beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth

Where's the Spring?
Like a light is to dark there's an end to this thing
And with that end in mind
There's the truth
Beyond by the crick lies the ghost of my youth