Why can’t we have New Year in summer? Or in spring when the weather is warm? We’d feel much brighter and less full of cold, Not feel a-hundred and fifty years old, That our “sell-by” date’s gone and we haven’t been sold, Like we do in a January storm.
Why can’t we have New Year in Summer? Resolutions might actually last. (We’d not feel wretched or brim full of flu, Hung-over or bloated by post festive “do”) We might even feel like seeing them through, Unimpeded by January’s blast.
New Year would be lovely in summer, We might even mean what we say When we wish “Happy New Year” to all that we meet, While dressed for the sun as we walk down the street, Topped off with a smile for all that we greet; Wish it was on the first day of May.
That bend in the river, there, There probably isn’t all that much to see, -More river, more bend and another damned tree- Such fun round the bend, on our own, it would be; That bend in the river, there.