Single In Spring - Ver 2

Am Dm Am Am In winter it’s nice to be married, Am Dm7 E E But I’d sooner be single in spring. Am Dm Am Am It’s not that I’m harassed or harried, Am Dm7 E E But I’d like to break free from the ring. F F C C The bare arms are warm in the sun-shine, Dm Dm E E The bodies ripple and roll. Dm F Am Am It’s seeding time in the hot-house, Am E Am Am Won’t you come love with me for a stroll. F F C C The buds thrust into the sunlight, Dm Dm E E In the woods where the nightingale sing. Dm Dm Am Am It’s nice to be married in winter, Am E Am Am But I’d sooner be single in spring. Am Dm Am Am Shall I flirt to the lilt of a rondo, Am Dm7 E E Shall I try on a cave-man for size. Am Dm Am Am Or fix them like Jean-Paul Belmondo, Am Dm7 E E With cool and casual eyes. F F C C Shall I grow my hair down to my shoulder, Dm Dm E E Chat-up every chick that I see. Dm F Am Am Fling off the years like a dead skin, Am E Am Am And pretend that I’m not really me. F F C C Milk-maids bloom in the meadows, Dm Dm E E And the little birds whistle and sing. Dm Dm Am Am It’s nice to be married in winter, Am E Am Am But I’d sooner be single in spring. Am Dm Am Am Now I don’t want a s*x-pool to swim in, Am Dm7 E E If I did, then I’d know where to go. Am Dm Am Am And I don’t lust for arm-fulls of women, Am Dm7 E E But let’s face it, I wouldn’t say no. F F C C But it’s the girl alone by the sea-shore, Dm Dm E E Who’s smile is as pure as the air. Dm F Am Am The cliche girl of the adverts, Am E Am Am The girl who’s not really there. F F C C Dandruff blooms in the bathrooms, Dm Dm E E The sparrow is trying to sing. Dm Dm Am Am It’s nice to be married in winter, Am E Am Am Would I sooner be single in spring? Am Dm Am Am "Thou Shalt Not" is written in fire, Am Dm7 E E Well I’ve never cared much about sin. Am Dm Am Am But conscience castrates the desire, Am Dm7 E E And I’m stymied before I begin. F F C C And after the flame comes the darkness, Dm Dm E E And after the sunshine the rain. Dm F Am Am Best duck my head under my paper, Am E Am Am And make my way home-ward again. F F C C It’s feeding time in the dog house, Dm Dm E E The kettles whistle and sing. Dm Dm Am Am It’s nice to be married in winter, Am E Am Am Is it worth being single in spring? Am Dm Am Am Now the paths in the city are littered, Am Dm7 E E With lovers entangled with cramp. Am Dm Am Am Per’aps I’m just growing embittered, Am Dm7 E E But I’m sure that the grass must be damp. F F C C And the game is not worth the candle, Dm Dm E E For after the rain come the drought. Dm F Am Am And only the moon-shine will linger, Am E Am Am When the candle has burnt itself out. F F C C The nettles bloom on the bomb-site, Dm Dm E E And the little bees sizzle and sting. Dm Dm Am Am It’s cold to be single in winter, Am E Am Am And safe to be married in spring.