April, 1996
April's poem is in fact not a poem as such, but my only attempt so far to write a song lyric. It was written when I was still an undergraduate student in Manchester, in early April 1975, and so this seemed the most appropriate month to introduce my "April Song".
At the time I was alone in the house that I normally shared in one of the less salubrious parts of Manchester's northern suburbs. Everyone else had gone home for Easter, but I'd stayed on, to house-sit and to fret over my impending finals. Worse, I thought I'd fallen in love. (How wrong we can be).
It had been a miserable few weeks. I'm still sure to this day that the house was haunted. It was cold, damp, and the last few nights had felt very lonely. It had even snowed. Yet on that particular morning Spring had decided to arrive. Sunshine positively beamed through the large bay window of the downstairs room where I worked. I could feel the light passing through my skin and warming me inside. And my room looked different suddenly. The corners weren't dark anymore. Everywhere was fresh and new. Was it love or the sunshine ? It didn't matter, but the two were both bound up together in the sense that life was different today than it had been yesterday.
The words, therefore, were exactly as they came to me ...
Sun shines in my window Never noticed it before It felt like one long winter Then you came to my door You made my life so meaningful So hear my heartfelt plea : Don't ever, ever change your mind And go away from me. Till you came in my life was just A 'nine-till-five' affair But now I view it differently And all because you're there. You make each day so beautiful So hear my mortal plea Don't ever, ever change your mind And go away from me For in my dreams I've always sought To find someone like you And now I have I know for sure No other one will do........ That sun shines in my window Lights the corners of my room. Its' rays seek out the shaddows And chase away the gloom. You've made my life so peaceful So listen to my plea : Don't ever, ever leave me now Don't go away from me.
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