Spring '69 - Cressida

The mist of change begin to clear

The dark of ages disappear

The bats are back and lizard here

The thought of summer is more then I could bear

Crying man I know he is wrong

Its just that winter is been so long

And everything is going so wrong

A summer bring such hope within springsong

If things come sooner soon they must

I promise myself to clear the dust

That?

s building up inside my head

Shrinking the rope of life into this fraying fret

The mist of change begin to clear

The dark of ages disappear

The bats are back., the lizard here

The thought of summer is more then I could bear