April Grove - Martina Topley-Bird

Watching the silent wings of

Robber Fly

I contemplate his victims

As they die

No one sheds a tear

No one interferes

Life will come and go this year

In April Grove

Under the moldy leaves some

Springtails stay

They hardly ever see the

Light of day

Till you scratch away

At their roof of clay

Then they always jump away

In April Grove

April Grove

I’m an alien

In clothing in your realm

I’m alone

I’m invading

But you’re holding me here

And I’m overwhelmed getting stoned

Watching meanderings of

Swallowtails

Following thistle blossom

Pollen trails

Sipping flower juice

In the sun profuse

Between shadows seeping through

To April Grove

April Grove

I’m an alien

In clothing in your realm

I’m alone

I’m invading

But you’re holding me here

And I’m overwhelmed getting stoned

Watching meanderings of

Swallowtails

Following thistle blossom

Pollen trails

No one interferes

No one ever hears

Life will come and go this year

In April Grove