April 5Th

 Here she comes

Silent in her sound

here she comes

Fresh upon the ground

Come gentle spring

Como at winter´s end

Gone is the pallow

from a promise that´s nature´s gift

Waiting for the colour of spring

Let me breathe

Let me breathe

the colour of spring

Here she comes

Laugher in her kiss

Here she comes

Shame upon her lips

Come wanton to spring,

come for boirth your life

Youth takes it,s bow

before the summers the seasons bring

Waiting for the colour of spring

Let me breathe.

Mark Hollis, en memoria.