The Sadness

Lyrics
[THE AMERICAN] Who ever knew the English spring Could be so dazzling? Who would have thought the first of May Could touch one so? The misty morning, the brightening skies The catkins that beckon the bees and the butterflies Oh, the sadness How can I explain? The gravestone, faded and worn by the rain That batters the hedgerows and rattles the weathervane Oh, the sadness This inexplicable sadness— You won't understand How can I explain? Bеauty is fleeting, evanescent Mеadow, blossoms, bees All of it fading, evanescent Castle and sky [THE AMERICAN & THE WRITER] And trees— (And the eye that sees) What an insightful child you are (I understand you perfectly) You understand it perfectly (You find beauty saddening) I do Isn't that odd? (But it isn't odd!) Odd, and yet true (I do, myself, sometimes) Odd, and yet true [THE WRITER] The sadness is this We are dying [THE AMERICAN & THE WRITER] The sadness is this Like all that we see We are dying [THE AMERICAN & THE WRITER] So gather ye rosebuds (Gather ye rosebuds) [THE AMERICAN & THE WRITER] While ye may
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Credits
- Writers
- Peter Foley
- Marion Adler