If you ask me to forget you...
Can you ask the sun not to shine?
Can you ask the waterfall not to?
Can't you see my heart's not mine?
Winter is many months of the year
But now at last Maytime is here;
And birds sing from a leafy screen
In the trees and hedgerow freshly green;
The day was grey, there was no sun
The world seemed to have lost its fun
When out of the shadows in Gallowtree Gate
The Balloon Man stepped to stand and wait,