Spring Cries

 

In the waning wallow of a lonely serenade,
In the singing salvo of a falling grenade
In the playing pallor of a timeless charade,
Pour over me crying spring

In the mending marrow of a lover’s touch,
In the sending sorrow of a cleaver’s clutch
In the clinging carol of a creature’s crutch,
Pour over me crying spring

bridge:

We’re in the season of vision lost, Spring cries though the frigid frost
Despair won’t be my holy host, Spring again we will one day toast

…………..Spring Cries

instrumental

In the milky member of chinless charms,
In the silky sender of aimless arms
In the filthy finder of swearing swarms,
Pour over me crying spring

In the trailing tenor of wailing wounds,
In the brooding banter of baying hounds,
In the craving candor of selling sounds,
Pour over me crying spring

bridge

instrumental

In the bowing backs of breaking brambles,
in the warming wax of caking candles,
In the sloping stack of sliming scandals,
Pour over me crying spring

 

 

 

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