Here are the lyrics for Spring Will Come, by Howard Kaplan. It's just one of many songs we've added to our vast repertoire of music.
I have heard that the mother beaver,
Feeling crowded within her den,
Wants to know when her sons will leave her,
For she soon is to bear again.
Two long years they have shared her shelter:
Mud and branches, a floor, a dome.
When the ice dams begin to melt, her
Sons will leave for another home.
Tell the beaver the sun is returning.
Tell her, too, that you heard it from
One whose kind has been granted this learning:
Spring will come. Spring will come.
I have heard of the bear complaining
That the winter is far too short.
Days of spring that are warming, raining
Come too soon, by the bear’s report.
Light and dry, like a falling feather,
Snowflakes pile; the drifts are deep.
Melting rains and the warmer weather
Flood his den to cut short his sleep.
Warn the bear that the sun is returning.
Tell him, too, that you heard it from
One whose kind has been granted this learning:
Spring will come. Spring will come.