Roy Bailey and Leon Rosselson - Single in Spring

★ Verse 1 ★
In winter it’s nice to be married
But I’d sooner be single in spring
It’s not that I’m harassed or harried
But I’d like to break free from the ring
The bare arms are warm in the sun-shine
The bodies ripple and roll
It’s seeding time in the hot-house
Won’t you come love with me for a stroll
The buds thrust into the sunlight
In the woods where the nightingale sing
It’s nice to be married in winter
But I’d sooner be single in spring

★ Verse 2 ★
Shall I flirt to the lilt of a rondo
Shall I try on a cave-man for size
Or fix them like Jean-Paul Belmondo
With cool and casual eyes
Shall I grow my hair down to my shoulder
Chat-up every chick that I see
Fling off the years like a dead skin
And pretend that I’m not really me
Milk-maids bloom in the meadows
And the little birds whistle and sing
It’s nice to be married in winter
But I’d sooner be single in spring
★ Verse 3 ★
Now I don’t want a sex-pool to swim in
If I did, then I’d know where to go
And I don’t lust for arm-fulls of women
But let’s face it, I wouldn’t say no
But it’s the girl alone by the sea-shore
Who’s smile is as pure as the air
The cliche girl of the adverts
The girl who’s not really there
Dandruff blooms in the bathrooms
The sparrow is trying to sing
It’s nice to be married in winter
Would I sooner be single in spring?

★ Verse 4 ★
"Thou Shalt Not" is written in fire
Well I’ve never cared much about sin
But conscience castrates the desire
And I’m stymied before I begin
And after the flame comes the darkness
And after the sunshine the rain
Best duck my head under my paper
And make my way home-ward again
It’s feeding time in the dog house
The kettles whistle and sing
It’s nice to be married in winter
Is it worth being single in spring?
★ Verse 5 ★
Now the paths in the city are littered
With lovers entangled with cramp
Per’aps I’m just growing embittered
But I’m sure that the grass must be damp
And the game is not worth the candle
For after the rain come the drought
And only the moon-shine will linger
When the candle has burnt itself out
The nettles bloom on the bomb-site
And the little bees sizzle and sting
It’s cold to be single in winter
And safe to be married in spring