One by one by one by one...
Where are these magpies all coming from?
Sun by sun they come around
I stop in awe to listen to their calls
I'm counting six... maybe more...
Makes me think it's spring all over
Mundane morning
All the Glory
Bursting through the ordinary
Colours shining too
Now I see it
Holy ennui
Blessed be those days in yellow
Really, golden
(One by one by one by one...)
The way the oak tree bends over the well
Makes me think it's spring all over
Mundane morning
All the Glory
Bursting through the ordinary
Colours shining too
Now I see it
Holy ennui
Blessed be those days in yellow
Really, golden
