I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.
I'll wait until November.
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing more terribly.
And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."
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