Eighteen Aprils - Michael Franks

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

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