[Chorus: Margaret Whiting]
Spring will be a little late this year
A little late arriving in my lonely world over here
For you have left me, and where is our April of old?
You have left me, and winter continues cold
As if to say spring will be a little slow to start
A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart
Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear
It's merely that spring will be a little late this year

[Verse: Margaret Whiting]
January and February were never so empty and gray
Tragically I feel likе crying
"Without you, my darling, I'm dying"
But let's rather put it this way

[Chorus: Johnny Desmond]
Spring will be a littlе late this year
A little late arriving in my lonely world over here
For you have left, me and where is our April of old?
You have left me, and winter continues cold
As if to say spring will be a little slow to start
A little slow reviving that music it made in my heart
Yes, time heals all things so I needn't cling to this fear
It's merely that spring will be a little late this year