作曲 : Peter Hammill
Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell
to things I'm really glad I've left behind?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die...
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly;
they don't know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.
作曲 : Peter Hammill
Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell
to things I'm really glad I've left behind?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die...
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly;
they don't know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.