Ygdrassil One Morning in the Springtime

One morning in the Springtime
As I very early woke
My dreams of you had all gone up in smoke

And I was swallowed by a thought
That nothing can stay real
And somehow this is still the way it feels

The taste of summer sun at May
Maybe the last beam of sun today
The taste of summer sun in May...

I did enjoy the way
You gently entered then
We later lay upon the shrinking rugs

And listen as the swallow’s
Song was fading in the afternoon
I tried to suck it in for it would pass

The taste of summer sun at May
Maybe the last beam of sun today
You cannot be my man you say

I met with your worst enemy
For he is more the man you see
So once he held my hand
And there has been this one embrace
And there are answers in his questions
And there’s a hunger in his face
And there’s a hunger in his face

One morning in the Springtime
As I very early rose
My love for you seemed all somehow a.. (?)

And I was swallowed by a thought
That nothing can stay true
And that is why I say goodbye to you

A taste of summer sun at May
Maybe the last beam of sun today
A taste of summer sun at May

A taste of summer sun at May
Maybe the last beam of sun today
A taste of summer sun at May

The smell of summer piling hay (?)