THE SPRING The changing of sunrise To moonlight, reflections of my life Oh, how they fill their eyes The grievings of people in trouble Reflections of my life Oh, how they fill their eyes All my sorrows Said tomorrow Take me back to my old home All my crying Feel I'm dying Take me back to my old home Take me back to my old home Take me back to my old home Take me back to my old home Take me back to my old home I'm changing, the ranging I'm changing, I'm changing everything Oh, everything's wrong with me The world is a bad place A bad place, a terrible place to live Oh, but I don't want to die All my sorrows Said tomorrow Take me back to my old home All my crying Feel I'm dying Take me back to my old home All my sorrows Said tomorrow Take me back to my old home