ft. Noah G. Fowler on fiddle
Lyrics
There’s dewdrops on the violets
And I feel it coming in
The loneliness of winter giving way to summer winds
I’m beat back by the breezes
I get left behind and then
We find Springtime in Pennsylvania once again
The bloomin’ of the laurel underneath the tall oak trees
And the tiny white Arbutus pushing through their fallen leaves
Well it always leaves me breathless
Cloudless sun upon my skin
And we find Springtime in Pennsylvania once again
I’m caught flat-footed nearly every time
I smell that fragrant honeysuckle vine
The pace is pushing quicker
And the flyrods start to spin
Calling Springtime in Pennsylvania once again