One said April is the cruelest month When worn-out promises return There's more wisdom in the iris bud Than all our centuries of words See as the flower opens What is there to say? Oh, hear the vow unspoken In its sweet decay This eternity of ebb and flowing Oh, the cosmic ballet All my life I tried to kill this longing Tried to cure it, make it right And how it tugs me to my destined place Oh, like a moon upon the tides How can the dream be broken If the dreamer learns? These are the fires I poke in But I'm never burned Ebb and flowing of an ancient ocean Oh, the cosmic ballet Sweet dancing Sweet dancing A dancer you must be Sick woman in a sick bed waiting Light fast fading in her eyes Somewhere else, another light is falling Turning into newborn cries Oh, on the wind a sighing Calling out our names Saying, "No, no, there is no dying Only changing face" You, my darling, are the rest and motion Of the cosmic ballet Sweet dancing Sweet dancing And dancers you shall be