The Coming of May

I raised my hands up high
To embrace the warm sun
And I heard your name whispered on a breeze
Reminding me that our love
Is just as gentle and mild
As the coming month of May

When flowers bloom all around
And trees are no longer bare
Oh I did dare hope
That at long last it would be here
That wonderful month of May

And I have to say
It sure seemed to take so long
All through the cold winter
I was dreaming
Of you, of love and of May!