Half Of April (Most Of May) - Michael Feinstein

I have always had a problem with time

I could swear you said «forever and a day»

Although not forever

Thank you so for being mine

Half of April

Most of May

There were morning walks along silver shores

Firesides when April skies turned grey

And I hope you know

That you have never been loved more

Half of April

Most of May

But somehow when you left my side

My soul seemed so unsatisfied

I missed the walks

The talks, the dreams, and such

And when writers write a tune

They never fail to throw in June

But adding June--

I guess

I’m asking too much

If the summer goes, and winter seems bare

With no love to warm a grey November day

Would you think about the lover

Who you shared

Half of April

Most of May?

Half of April

Most of May