The more I listen, the more I’m particularly fond of a song called “February,” which isn’t really merely about relationships as it first seems.
… “And February was so long that it lasted into March … “And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Then we forgot that we’d planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?”
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, “That’s a crocus,”
And I said, “Whats a crocus?” and you said, “It’s a flower,”
I tried to remember, but I said, “What’s a flower?”
You said, ‘I still love you.'”
Because you never know how next year will be,
And well gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February.”
I have sheet music for this song on order. It will be fun to play with.
I also still adore “The Christians and the Pagans,” though I’m neither. Best song about family and holidays and genuine good will around same I know. Such things are not always dysfunctional, after all.