You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Its spring its spring
Oh I just can’t wait
To find fruits on the vases
And flowers on my plate
I want to hear the warm sun
And feel the robin singing
Watch the scent of the flowers
And smell the butterflies flying
Its spring its spring
I’m so full of glee
For the people will bloom
And the flowers will be happy
The gray fields shall be covered
With the magic of the meadow
And the brown sky shall be painted
With the blossoms of the rainbow
Its spring its spring
How can I be blue?
For it is the time of spring
And only the spring brings you
-ALLLURED HINDFRAG [ AHF ]
