The Sun sets in the east
To rise right above me
Westwards a cuckoo sings
Of all the silent miseries.
Yet, tonight I'm on my way
For the flower on the far away tree.
Come dance with me...
They are counting the dead
But isn't there plenty left in me?
Let's forget the lost ashes
And ride along the tides of spring.
A soft humming can be heard
See, the cuckoo's flying east.
Over heartache and rage
Come set us free...
Let the Sun shine over our sins;
Rejoice and take a dip in the sea
Let's do some somersault
And make the old and young smile
Let's run down to the base of the mills
Let's throw ourselves to the blowing wind.
Only one desire
That's left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08WeoqWilRQ
To rise right above me
Westwards a cuckoo sings
Of all the silent miseries.
Yet, tonight I'm on my way
For the flower on the far away tree.
Come dance with me...
They are counting the dead
But isn't there plenty left in me?
Let's forget the lost ashes
And ride along the tides of spring.
A soft humming can be heard
See, the cuckoo's flying east.
Over heartache and rage
Come set us free...
Let the Sun shine over our sins;
Rejoice and take a dip in the sea
Let's do some somersault
And make the old and young smile
Let's run down to the base of the mills
Let's throw ourselves to the blowing wind.
Only one desire
That's left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08WeoqWilRQ
This poem reminds me of my schooldays! I fondly remember Masefield's poem The West Wind. "I have a balm for bruised hearts brother,sleep for aching eyes"...this poem is rejuvenating.When winter is squirming in slowly it brings a fresh air of spring! :)
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