You Wonder How These Things Began
Composer(s): Schmidt; Jones
Performer(s): Peter Wyngarde
Well, this begins with a Glen
It begins with a season
Which, for want of a better reason, we'll call April
It begins with a forest, where the woodchucks woo
And leaves wax green
And the vines entwine moonlight lovers
Try to see it - not with your eyes, because they're wise
But with your ears - the cool, green breathing of the leaves
And hear it with the inside of your hand
The soundless sound of shadows
Celebrate sensation!
Recall it's secret place
You've been there you remember?
That special place?
Where someone held your hand?
And love was sweeter than the berries or the honey
Or the stinging taste of mint
It is April - before a rainfall
Perfect time to be in love
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