[The later half of the song decays into an interesting violin solo that has stuck in my brain for decades. I love it 🥰... one the violinists in my life says "yuck!" 🤢]

https://youtu.be/9olXJP-w88k?is=sQ59wa9vcenu3ysD

Are you weary of the lengthening days? Do you secretly wish for November's rain And the harvest moon to reign in the sky (now that it's June)? There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring

Now I wrote you this letter Because the clothes were hung on the line And the crows flew out of the field And up into the sky

I'm lying here in the station Stretching out on the tracks For all the possible places that I might arrive

There is nothing in this world more bitter than love In all those long days of June Bring me the long, brown grass now that it's dry There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring