It may not yet be spring time,
But the sun shines on the clothes line.
Just five degrees, but a gentle breeze,
With clean laundry bouquet,
Dries off my clothes, and gently blows,
The winter time away.
It may not yet be spring time,
But the sun shines on the clothes line.
Just five degrees, but a gentle breeze,
With clean laundry bouquet,
Dries off my clothes, and gently blows,
The winter time away.