Calendar

All the days they bleed together

The passing of a winter’s weather

I still see you standing clear

Strong, untouched by the hands of fear

Strong, untouched by the hands of fear

All the nights they move as one

Onwards towards a new day’s sun

And you, the bird upon the wire

Calling up the morning’s choir

Calling up the morning’s choir

All the months that’ve gone astray

A calendar I gave away

And you the final page held dear

The promise of another year

The promise of another year

When all those years have set you free

Your single boat on an open sea

I will love you still my dear

As in the hour when you first appeared

As in the hour when you first appeared

So when all the nights they move as one

Onward towards a new day’s sun

I’ll look for you upon the wire

You’ll be calling up the morning’s choir

Calling up the morning’s choir