No revelers to welcome it No singing in the street
At best a bit of rumbling It might as well be sleet
I understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soon
The ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in May
It isn't seen as a surprise An unexpected treat
The taste of it has bitten us In place of something sweet
I understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soon
The ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in May
They shiver from it angrily Unpack their winter coats
As if it shows what it would be A noose and silver float
I understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soon
The ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in May
The sadness of this snow that falls in May
The sadness of this snow that falls in May