Recurrence Songtext
von Myriam Gendron

We shall have our little day
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill

It is good to love again
Scan the renovated skies,
Dip and drive the idling pen,
Sweetly tint the paling lies


Trace the dripping, pierced heart,
Speak the fair, insistent verse,
Vow to God, and slip apart,
Little better, Little worse

Would we need not know before
How shall end this prettiness
One of us must love the more,
One of us shall love the less

Thus it is, and so it goes
We shall have our day, my dear
Where, unwilling, dies the rose
Buds the new, another year