The Cleaners from Venus - The Days of May

The Days of May
The days of May, they flit away
Like pretty girls on summer lawns
And join the crowds in the towns
The days of May

The days of May, you have no say
In where they go, or what they do
Like someone who you might have known
The days of May

The days of May are sometimes grey
With a morning still as stone
Then you wake one day alone
And see the blossom drifting down
On a half remembered town

The days of May are fickle things
Lead you astray, then plead no strings
And disappear - for a year
The days of May

These days of May are distant drums
A perfume haze when evening comes
Until you fall - and then they're gone
The days of May

The days of May - they have this way
If you let them rule your heart
That you won't recall the start
Until the rain comes down like lace
Or a veil upon their face
The days of May

Written by:
MARTIN NEWELL

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