One said april is the cruelest month

When worn out promises return

But there's more wisdom in the iris bud

Than all our centuries of words

See as the flower opens

What is there to say

Oh hear the vow unspoken

In its sweet decay

This eternity of ebb and flowing

Oh the cosmic ballet

All my life I tried to kill this longing

Tried to cure it make it right

But how it tugs me to my destined places

Like a moon upon the tides

How can the dream be broken

If the dreamer learns

These are the fires I poke in

But I'm never burned

Ebb and flowing of an ancient ocean

Oh the cosmic ballet

Sweet dancing

Sweet dancing

A dancer you must be

Sick woman in a sick bed waiting

Light fast fading in her eyes

Somewhere else another light is forming

Turning into newborn cries

On the wind is sighing

Calling out our names

Saying no no there is no dying

Only changing face

You my darling are the rest and motion

Of the cosmic ballet

Sweet dancing

Sweet dancing

And dancers you shall be