The mango tree in my backyard is blooming with green leaves,
And I hear Nightingale singing too,
I jump to the swing and flying up above,
It must be Spring knocking on my front door.
As long as my sight goes it’s all green,
And I see the dancing trees,
Wind must be playing chirpy flute,
Waving goodbye to the cloudy sky,
So it must be Spring knocking on my front door.