Spring’s pretending thru’ my kitchen window,
Shining on my pots and all my pans,
A cunning bigger bugger’s spying on her,
Keeping winter just too close at hand.
Music’s playing on my kitchen juke-box,
I’m dancing while I cook and while I sing
‘Cause Spring’s pretending at my window
Promising the longer days it brings.
Roast is sizzling comfort in the oven,
Knowing well that any minute soon
The great dissenter shunts my little hoper,
Fills with clouds that darken brightest room.
But I’ll still dance and cook and sing on,
Believing in the tiny peep I’ve viewed,
I’ll serve up hope along with tatties
And slices of pretender I’ve imbued.
Spring is singing and she’s dancing,
We’re jiving here at light that’s on its way,
Pretence or not, I love my little glimmer,
She’s in my kitchen, brightening up my day.