In spring the trees begin to dress, Their leaves don’t wake up all at once, Day by day the forest breathes, Unfolding like a quiet pulse. It once was dark and almost gone, It slept through winter, cold and deep, As if it’s slow to rise again, Still caught inside a fragile sleep. Chorus Lilac — soft and bright and rare, Queen of springtime in the air, Always feels just like a dream, Even when we know it’s near. Verse 2 It comes as gift, no price, no claim, It blooms and dances in the breeze, And anyone who passes by Can pause and feel its gentle peace. A vision made of light and grace, So delicate, so purely true, A fleeting touch of something bright, A quiet kind of miracle in bloom. Chorus Lilac — soft and bright and rare, Queen of springtime in the air, Always feels just like a dream, Even when we know it’s near. Bridge What perfect art in every line, Like painted by a careful hand, A living masterpiece of spring, Too beautiful to understand. Chorus (final) Lilac — soft and bright and rare, Queen of springtime in the air, Always feels just like a dream, Even when we know it’s near.
