Nothing Says It's Springtime Like The Redbud
Copyright (c) 2005 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer's Own Publishing

 

There’s beauty to be found in each and every day

Somedays when I’m down--all I see is gray

But I know the earth will take a tilt—and it won’t be long until

The gray gives way to springtime spilt in waves of color across the hills

 

Nothing says its springtime like the Redbud

Nothing brings more pleasure to my eyes

Nothing’s quite as awesome as that little showy blossom

It packs a mighty wallop for its size

When I see them peeking from the hillside

My winter doldrums melt and run away

My heart does a little dance, it’s a real kick in the pants

Nothing says its springtime like the redbud

 

Nothing says it springtime like the Redbud

Sure, there’s other trees take up more room

With its little heart shaped leaves and pods that look like peas

Its my favorite central Appalachian hardwood legume

Dogwood is delightful no denying

Sarvis shares a special standing too

But when my hibernation’s done and I’m ready for the sun

Nothing says its springtime like the redbud

 

Nothing says it springtime like the Redbuds

Although I have a problem with the name

Those flowers, don’t you think, they're more lavender or pink

Never mind—they’re still sublime—just the same

 

When I see them peeking from the hillside

My winter doldrums melt and run away

My heart does a little dance—it’s a real kick in the pants

Nothing says it springtime like the Redbuds