The Days of May Lyrics

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