(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake Could've been a gull in a clipper's
wake
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly
In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to cicadas sing
"The trees are bending in one direction because of something"
Cross-pollenation by the legs of bees in spring is a beautiful thing
Oh when the sun goes down the fireflies come out
In a pond crept in a slimy thing that hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring
Pity the mate of Queen Mantis, so content, but so headless
Katy did nothing but shiver and cry, as did the dragonfly
In the shade the gypsies spin Among the cloves they drop their skin
"beyond the hedgegrove, over by the willows, deep in the shadows"
Regeneration occurs at a furious speed beneath the white oak tree
And when the sun comes up the moonbuds fold up
In the sun she warmed her wing and listened to the Rites of Spring
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake Could've been a gull in a clipper's
wake
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly
In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to cicadas sing
"ain't ever seen it, but I have heard it
Sounds like millstones when they are turning,
but every moment getting louder and louder,
and then there is silence and the smell of flowers"