No revelers to welcome it No singing in the streetAt best a bit of rumbling It might as well be sleetI understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soonThe ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in MayIt isn't seen as a surprise An unexpected treatThe taste of it has bitten us In place of something sweetI understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soonThe ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in MayThey shiver from it angrily Unpack their winter coatsAs if it shows what it would be A noose and silver floatI understand, as I imagine that few care The shame of just too soonThe ache of just too late The sadness of this snow that falls in MayThe sadness of this snow that falls in MayThe sadness of this snow that falls in May