first of may

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 we'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. joji glimpse of us