Laughter

Looking for the first blooms of the spring

In early hours

All the days were new and first to fade

In my mind everlasting

Small enough to stay out of the rain

Survive the cruelest month and flower

The way that I kept looking for the signs

In seasons after

I heard the sound

Paradise found

In her laughter

In her laughter

I heard the sound

Paradise found

In her laughter

In her laughter

Then I caught myself trying to judge me

When I needed wisdom and patience

Led astray by a fragrance or flame

It was the smoke from the ashes

So I went looking for softness

Now my girls look back at me

Blossoms on bare fingertips

Waving them into the wind

Let them go into the wind

Heavy sky above us planning

Long before the bloom began

Let them go into the wind

Hold the memory in my head

In her laughter

In Her laughter

Paradise found

In her laughter

In her laughter

All the heavy sky before the rain

First to fade

Never mattered, never mattered

I heard the sound

Paradise found

In her laughter

In her laughter

Now my girls look back at me

Blossoms on their fingertips

Waving them into the wind

Let them go into the wind