The One With The Wild Birds.

Dear Lover,

Will you sing Greg Brown's Spring Wind to me?
Whenever we're alone?

I've written my favorite parts out for you.
So you can start a-practicin'.

I lived awhile without you, 

darn near half my life. 

I no longer see our unborn children, 

born to you my unwed wife. 

But yesterday I had a vision, 

beneath the tree where we once talked, 

of an old couple burning their love letters 

so their children won't be shocked. 

Love calls like the wild birds -- it's another day. 

A Spring wind blew my list of things to do...away. 

My friends are gettin older, 

so I guess I must be too. 

Without their loving kindness, 

I don't know what I'd do. 

Oh the wine bottle's half empty -- the money's all spent. 

And we're a cross between our parents 

and hippies in a tent. 

Love calls like the wild birds -- it's another day. 

A Spring wind blew my list of things to do...away. 

Darlin' it's been a hard go 

but I think we'll be okay. 

I know I say that all the time like everything else I say. 

Oh, I've been gone so often, 

but every time I miss you, 

and I don't really know nothin', 

Except I like to kiss you. 

Love calls like the wild birds -- it's another day. 

A Spring wind blew my list of things to do...away. 

Love,

Me.