For every Winter there's a Spring-
Oh, that's the beauty of the thing!
For ev'ry midnight there's a morn,
For ev'ry loss a hope is born,
For ev'ry sultry day the dew,
For ev'ry old year there's a new!
Yes, buds for all the leaves that fall-
That is the beauty of it all.
New dreams for all the dreams that die,
For ev'ry night a dawning sky-
For ev'ry heartache, failure, fear,
Another chance, another year!
-Douglas Malloch
