Springtime In Missouri Song (& Official Music Video)

Last week, we endured about 3 inches of snow here in Columbia, Missouri.  This week, most days reached the upper 70s.  That’s a pretty typical springtime for Missouri.  Regardless of the weather though, there’s something about this time of year that just lifts my spirits.  It’s about renewal and new life, and the feeling that something beautiful is just around the corner.

I wrote and recorded this song over a decade ago. It couldn’t be more true today.

PS: I’m not a professional singer or musician. Be kind.

Lyrics to Springtime in Missouri

VERSE I

It's a Sunday morning in March
The sky is gray
The wet snow. My weighted soul.
They melt away.

The silent spring, she's near.
She springs all over me.
She plants her foot and seeds the sweet
Possibilities.

Mother nature, she comes.
She comes to me.
She rains and she sleets.
For the world to see.

I raise my glass
Knowing that this will pass.
I feel not afraid
For the seasons of change.

VERSE II
It's a Sunday afternoon in March
The sun is bright.
The red bird flutters. His tiny wings.
The beats of time.

The hours of spring, they're near.
They spring all over me.
Minutes of where hope and love, they spring
For an eternity.

Father Time, he arrives.
He arrives on time.
He clocks my future unfolding.
From my waiting line.

I raise my glass
For the winter has passed.
I feel not afraid
For the seasons of change.

VERSE III
It's a Sunday night in March
The moon is full.
I poke my my hand into the ground.
I push and pull.

The gardens of spring, they're here.
They spring all over me. Buds burst.
Branches break.
Like new Beginnings.

Sister Spring, she toils.
She toils for me.
She is the rich soil.
For what I want to be.

I raise my glass
For the spring at last.
I think I was made
For the seasons of change.

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