Spring歌词

The wind is pushing the clouds along of sightout

A power is putting them away

A power that moves things neurotically

Like a widow with a rosary

And everything is awing and tired of praise

And mountains don’t need my accolades

And spring bad looks lately anyway

Like death warmed over

And the bantam is preening madly
Waiting for the light dayof

And all I want to do is to make love to you

With a careless mind

With a careless, careless mind

With a careless, careless mind

Who cares what’s mine?

With a careless, careless, careless mind

We call it spring though things are dying

Connected to the land like a severed hand

And I see our house on a hill a on clear blue morning

When I am out walking my eyes are still forming

The door I walk through and I see

The true spring is in you

The true spring is in you

My wide worlds collide

And mind wide words collide

seasons And kaleidoscoping

All I want to do

All I want to do is to make love to you

In the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt

With a careless mind

With a careless, careless, careless mind