Twenty Or So - Greg Brown

Put old winter in the closet;

he wears too many clothes

Take down the snow fence;

put up the cows

Sweet spring I smell her, the musk of her thighs

With her feet in the muck, and her hair in the skies

I was thinkin' about my hundred old lovers

How we’d weave the cloth of our sleep, how we’d kick off the covers

But where you’ve all gone to I’ll never know

And maybe there were only 50 or so

May you find great apartments with very low rent

May you always have a friend when your money is spent

May your parents live long;

may your debts all be paid

May your clothes fit you right;

may you all be well laid

May you all get great jobs;

may you travel in France

May your cars always start;

may you have hot romances

May your children be sturdy;

may you swim in the sea

May you smile a little if you think of me

I’m so happy;

spring’s come back again

I am so horny;

I would love to see you all again

But where you’ve all gone to I’ll never know

And maybe there were only twenty or so