Lyrics

I prize the cloudy, tearing sky For the thoughts that flap and fly For staying in and reading by For sitting under I read a book of Madeline And her friends in two straight lines In Paris, in a house with vines Over its old face Far, far is Paris... And the sky is dark with mystery Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly In the cloudy, tearing sky That touch and stir and won't be tied- And try to speak them I think of my old Flower Sky Of us, when we thought we were spies Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes Of walks in London Try, try to hold my love for you It knows no measure This is a day for hearing bagpipes Somewhere playing This is a day for hearing sarabands And hiding away Sky, I hold my tears if you do Starling thoughts, go over me