I hear thunder rolling across the skies.
It’s spring in Texas.
It may have been 80 degrees yesterday,
but it’s spring in Texas.
I rushed out to the roses to clip sweet blooms,
because it’s spring in Texas.
Next to the pinks I saw a bird feather and picked it up too.
It’s spring in Texas.
Cold drops of rain coated the cement and wet my bare feet.
It’s spring in Texas.
The winds will grow, the clouds will boil and we may even see a tornado,
because it’s spring in Texas.
