Buried in April

a song—folk—key of F

we don't need the birds

to make restitutions

all we need are words

to ease our confusions

i should have given you

the ring that i made of hemp

held on with violet blooms

i picked from behind the shed

it's plain to see

what the summer has done to me

and you, the girl,

buried back in April

walls behind the church

where saints make their gravestones

covered with jumbled words

hidden in robin's winter tones

we left after we drank

the wine from the cellar

then we left for the woods

hand in hand, hearts together

it's plain to see

what the summer has done to me

and you, the girl,

buried back in April

we were unaware

of what June could harbor

the loss of your body bare

the loss of our daughter

i remember her name

but the wind has forgotten

and who is left to blame?

on my knees, i bargain

it's plain to see

what the summer has done to me

and you, the girl,

buried back in April