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