Thomas Vaughan Jones - Spring Song

The end of saving daylight hours
The sound of starlings on the wing
The nodding heads of yellow flowers
This is the bright new song of Spring.

Those birds that sing at break of day
The robin with his breast so red
I only wish they’d go away
Before I shoot the whole flock dead

The gentle sun shines down so bright
To warm the earth and hidden seed
And to the gardener’s ‘delight’
It quickens the pernicious weed.

I know that once that sun comes out
My life becomes eternal toil
There’s not a shadow of a doubt
I’ll have to double dig the soil.

This sombre mood won’t go away
For certain things must come to pass
And long before the buds of May
I’m out there cutting endless grass.

This time of year was meant for youth
That Love’s sweet song may sweetly sing
But if you want to know the truth
I absolutely hate the Spring.

Thomas Vaughan Jones

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