When lone ly feel ings (F#)chill the (F#)mea dows of your (Bm)mind,

just think if win ter (A7)comes, can (A)spring be far be (Dmaj7)hind?

Be neath the deep est (C#)snows, the se cret of a (B)rose is mere ly that it (A7)knows you (Dmaj7)must be lieve in (C#)spring!

Just as a tree is (F#)sure its (F#)leaves will re ap (Bm)pear;

it knows its emp ti (A7)ness is (A)just a time of (Dmaj7)year.

The fro zen moun tain (C#)dreams of Ap ril’s melt ing (C)streams, how crys tal clear it (Bb7)seems, you (Ebmaj7)must be lieve in (D)spring!

You must be lieve in (G)love and (G)trust it’s on its (Cm)way,

just as the sleep ing (Bb7)rose a (Bb)waits the kiss of (Ebmaj7)May.

So in a world of (D)snow, of things that come and (C)go, where what you think you (Bb7)know, you (Ebmaj7)can’t be cer tain (Abmaj7)of, you (D)must be lieve in (D)spring (G7)and (Cm)love.