Coming to Life - Michael Franks

April is not the cruellest month

If I may disagree

With the eloquent gloom

Of the poet of doom

All winter long the greenshoots hiding

Inder ice and snow

While they wait for the sun

While they wait to become

I can feel it coming to life

Can’t you feel it coming to life?

Now for real it’s coming to life

Like a symphony

What we missed is coming to life

Slowly-kissed it’s coming to life

All we wished for’s coming to life

Like a symphony

You and love’s forest hibernating

Counting all the wounds

In you heart’s history

Like the rings of a tree

Me always voted the least likely

To believe in spring

I was Cool with Reverb

'Til love threw me that curve

Now I feel love coming to life

Can’t you feel love coming to life?

Must be Real Love coming to life

Like a symphony

What we missed is coming to life

Slowly-kissed it’s coming to life

All we wished for’s coming to life

Like a symphony