Are you weary of the lengthening days?    Do you secretly wish for november's rain?    And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that it's june)   There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring   Now I wrote you this letter   Because the clothes were hung on the line   And the crows flew out of the field   And up into the sky   I'm lying here in the station   Stretching out on the tracks   For all the possible places that I might arrive   There is nothing in this world more bitter than love   In all those long days of june   Bring me the long, brown grass now that it's dry   There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring