The eyes of this March morn
Are the eyes of a sultress
A lady, and an actress
Her picture captured the day
The grays were there
But sparkled so aware
Spin, spoon, sing to June
March will move on
So April, be gone.
Spin, Spoon, sing this tune
To March’s gray eyes
The smiles, the sighs.
Her eyes danced up to me
With her smile she protrayed
The promise of a spring day
She bloomed pinks and blues
The grays were gone
Replaced with sweet song
Spin, spoon, sing to June
March will move on
So April, be gone.
Spin, Spoon, sing this tune
To March’s gray eyes
The smiles, the sighs.
by Dave Schipper (c) 2012/2009 Rose Riversongs
Photo of Lady Grantham or Elizabeth McGovern
