Those lazy days, those hazy days,
Just before the spring,
Those blowy days and chilly days,
When you don’t hear birds that sing.
It’s on those days, those dreary days,
When you would like to stay in bed,
Just to dream away the hours,
With covers o’er your head.
Those days are last of winter,
T’was a time of joy and fun,
A time of snowy wonder,
But now those days are done.
I know I am discouraged,
I know that I am blue,
I know I’m not the only one,
Because you feel it too.
And then you’ll see a difference,
In the people that you meet,
And it surely won’t be long now’
We’ll complain about the heat!