Marie Marshall

Spring in the meadow
primrose in the grass
life is too new
to let it pass

Summer in the forest
laughter in the trees
lies and deceit
on every breeze

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on

Fall of the harvest
riches on the floor
colour of blood
in every store

Winter in the city
sleep is on your breath
life was a dream
but so is death

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on

Moon follows daylight
morning follows stars
silence dogs romance
of guitars

Janus follows Jesus
crosses follow birth
That’s just the spinning
of the earth

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on