A turf half sunken in the mud
An old stager*, drunk from losing the game
A foolish word from the side
A face that drifts away in the crowd
A speaker that announces the wrong win
An old stager* that disappears in the den**
A reunion with a friend who wants to tell a phrase***
and pat you on the shoulder
One Sunday in April
One Sunday in April
A top ranger tries to apprehend his downfall
An old stager lets his eyes wander around
A foolish word from the side
A face that reappears in the crowd
One Sunday in April
One Sunday in April
A wind that always brought new rain
An old stager who laughed self-consciously
And a feeling of release
When I fell for you hopelessly
One Sunday in April
One Sunday in April