A tongue is learning how to speak
Hands are learning how to make
A mind is learning how to think
A life is learning how to be
As life returns to something felt
And winter slips away from sight
The fear that froze my every move
Is breaking up, it's fading fast
The curtain's tearing into two
Light is entering my eyes
The stone is rolling from the tomb
I think I'll take a step outside
Love is a simple thing to give
When loneliness is a distant whisper
And the blues, just like bad thoughts fading
Into yesterdays dusk, are burnt up by the love
Of a good woman