THE RITES OF SPRING Mar. 29/84 Karl Rigelhof

There is a fever in the air
That melts the last of the lingering snow
You can feel it everywhere
An energy that makes everything grow

The scent of flowers fills the air
Birds fly (by) overhead on their way back home
People take the(ir) time to stop and stare
At the wonder of life they feel is their own

CHORUS:
This is the rite of spring
It is a joy for which we all should sing
For the rejuvenation that it brings
And the love that grows in everything

There is a magnetism in the air
That attracts one lover to another
In their hearts it finds (the) love lying there
And spreads it around for all to discover

The sound of love birds fills the air
Playing in meadows of fresh grown flowers
They flirt about without a care
Enjoying life under a spring sun shower