T H E O I D E S O O F O M A Y

The Ides is the middle of the month, Latin from the days of the Roman Empire. This song shows the passing of the year, each season and what it meant during a particular time of my life. A song about finding love. D.

4 THE IDES OF MAY by DANIEL GOODMAN

Days of gravity
The air is humbling me
I feel alone as the year grows old

In writing measure thought
In songs of treasure sought
Winter without you's so cold

The pale November is tired and lost
It lies broken and torn
The close of this year will hold no hope
I don't know where I am, waiting here for you
Waiting here for you

This season makes things new
I only think of you
The moon and the lovers below

Together we seclude
The weather changes mood
It's all your doing I know

The Ides of May spread
Their weary wings
To fly away from me now
The heart of this year will lead me on
And I know where I am
Take me into you, I'll be found in you

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