Deep Purple , April (1969)

April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As I look up to the gray sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know

Baby once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as a girl
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night

Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know

Robert Bly Poetry,Does the Lark Need Forgiveness For Its Blue Eggs? (1997)

at 28:00

"I've been thinking about these little adventures
in the early morning longing-the embarkations,
excursions in round hideboats on the  sea,
passing over the beings far below

The deep vowels-perhaps whales-mourn
and sing at their stone table five miles down
at the ocean floor, they mourn some loss.
But the small finny sounds, the ers and ins

and ors and ings, mourn as well-we don't
know what. Perhaps vowels were all created
in a moment of sorrow before creation-
a grief they've not been able to sing in this life"

Songs of Nymphs, Mozetich

Somewhere along the road, Steeleye Span

Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me
Beyond the present storms that blow
Waiting patiently
No secrets held in an open heart
A spirit that soars over mountains
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Somehow a guiding light
Always shows the way
To those who lose their way by night
Searching for the day
A day away from happiness
Tomorrow will bring a new sunrise
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Sometimes when winds are still
Unexpectedly
Perhaps beyond this silent hill
A voice will come to me
Raise your eyes and see my world
Raise your voice and sing out
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me
Beyond the present storms that blow
Waiting patiently
No secrets held in an open heart
A spirit that soars over mountains
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

When you hear the stones sing

When you hear the stones sing
in the pauses of wind,
when you smell the musk
of fallen leaves,

when you listen
to beetles
rustling in the grass
and when you see

the clear drops of dew
on green moss,
why resist
happiness?

then even rocks
will whisper
soft and sweet
and dreams

come true
when you let
them go.
there are these

moments,
true, precious,
never to come again,
forever yours.

When you hear the stones sing
your love will
kiss yoú
and all is embrace.

i didn't want my grandfather's longcase clock

i didn't want my
grandfather's clock.
He set the time
with a frown

and moving the
pendulum to swing,
he must have
felt almighty.

i didn't want my
grandfather's clock,
the ticking away
of minutes and hours

amplified in the hall
reaching me upstairs
to sink into the moods
of  Ingmar Bergman.

I didn't want my
grandfather's clock,
it gave a rhythm
which disturbed

the space of days
and divided my flight
into seconds and parts,
dripping and dropping,

and still i don't want
my grandfathers clock
in my home where
i will not measure time

nor sieve water,
where i need silence
in which i can let my
soul fill with eternity