I feel it was just Monday,
I feel like it was,
though seven nights have come and gone,
I would swear it was just Monday

I feel it was just April,
I feel like it was,
but we’ve traveled around the sun one more time,
wasn’t it just Spring?

Monday through Friday, deep in the thick,
till the weekend rolls around,
June, July, august marches through years,
summer ends, autumn, and then…

I feel it was just lovely,
I feel like it was,
didn’t you feel life was lovely too?
I could swear that it was, just now

Chagall 2020