Atanu Dey On India's Development

First of May

. . . you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who’ll cry come first of May.

That refrain from the song — First of May — by the Bee Gees always echoes in my mind whenever I hear the words “first of May.” It is a wisftul love song, a song of yearning and longing for a sweet remembered past.

The lyrics of the song are below the fold.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Someone else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
And you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
But guess who’ll cry come first of May.

The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And as I recall the moment of them all,
The day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
And you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
But guess who’ll cry come first of May.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
do do do do do do do do do …
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Someone else moved in from far away.