[Intro — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft bass drone, low breathy whisper] The wind here cuts deep like the blade of a knife... [Verse 1 — slow, intimate, spoken-sung, winter cold] The wind here cuts deep like the blade of a knife, Winter chains the world, no escape from the chill. The frost numbs my fingers, it drains all my life, I just have to make it to April's sweet will. Beneath the white blanket, the beacons are lost, The city lights frozen in January's cold. I shiver in silence, I tremble in frost, And wait for a glow in the moon's silver hold. [Chorus — full band, acoustic guitar strumming, bass, gentle drums, voice opens up] Oh, city of mine, you are truly so fine Only in the first month when the snow starts to fade. When the icicles cry and the rivers align, Spring here is the rescue, the miracle made. Only in March do my spirits ignite, I long for the sun to break all of this ice, To breathe in the air, so fresh and so bright, Oh, city, you're home in this spring paradise. [Verse 2 — subdued beat, anxious guitar arpeggio, resigned vocals] But summer is stifling, a suffocating blaze, The asphalt is melting right under our feet. In July, this city's a maze I can't phase, I'm running for shelter from this terrible heat. The scorching air burns every word I repeat, So much blinding brightness, it's stripping my soul. I only dream of her, that cold and discreet, The comfort of spring that will make me feel whole. [Instrumental Bridge — cello solo, atmospheric reverb, 8 bars] [Verse 3 — quiet, almost a whisper, autumn sadness] Then autumn pours sadness with endless grey rain, It washes the colors, the mirages are blurred. The days become short, filled with sorrow and pain, The sunlight is hidden behind a grey bird. It drums on the rooftops, the rhythm of grief, The trees stand so naked beneath the dull sky. I whisper at night: "Spring, please bring relief, I'm tired of waiting, I'm begging you, why?" [Outro — slowing down, voice fades, guitar fingerpicking, reverb swell] Come quickly, come quickly, I can't take no more, The snow starts to melt, I will walk to the shore. This long winter journey is finally done, For only in spring does this city feel like home.
