April 5th
Here she comes, silent in her sound
Here she comes, fresh upon the ground
Come gentle spring, come at winter's end
Gone is the pallor 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, laughter in her kiss
Here she comes, shame upon her lips
Come wanton spring, come for birth you live
Youth takes its bow before the summer the seasons bring
Waiting for the colour of spring
Let me, let me
Let me breathe
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe you
Let me breathe, let me, let me
Let me breathe you
Let me, let me
Let me breathe you

Credits: Robin Turner (Talk Talk), Joyce Linehan (poster) via Damon Krukowksi, Liz Devine (Hurley photo)
The Snock’s with Automatic Slim now. Singing songs, making laughter, carrying on the free-est of traditions. Thought life is for always, and death: a dream.