Michael Franks Eighteen Aprils
Me again, you again
Robin's egg blue again,
Eagerly notice the crocuses,
Suddenly, Spring arrives,
In the sky bluebird reconnaissance,
Phoebes dip straw in the mud-
Winter's done, hallelujah!
All the clouds ungather
And the sun shines through.
Swallowtailchrysalis
Hides in the hyacinth.
Happyness I confess
Never flowed this endlessly
Unless you include solitude's end
On that day eighteen Aprils ago
When we met, I recall how
All the clouds ungathered
And the sun shined through.
I recall how
All the clouds ungathered
And the sun shined through
And the sun shined through
