That day, some Aprils ago...

Michael Franks - Eighteen Aprils

Me again, you again
Robin's egg blue again,
Eagerly notice the crocuses,
Suddenly, Spring arrives,
In the sky bluebird reconnaissance,
Phoebes dip straw in the mud-
Winter's done, hallelujah!
All the clouds ungather
And the sun shines through.

Swallowtail chrysalis
Hides in the hyacinth.
Happiness, I confess
Never flowed this endlessly
Unless you include solitude's end
On that day eighteen Aprils ago
When we met, I recall how
All the clouds ungathered
And the sun shined through.

I recall how
All the clouds ungathered
And the sun shined through

And the sun shined through...