First of May

First of May to me is not Workers' Day. I would never think myself as a worker, though deep in me I know I am one, if you know what I mean. (Of course I had worked before as a blue collar worker - I worked at a restaurant in Sydney for nearly a month as a helper under the late Abdullah Chik, the singer actor of the 50s, and boy was he a good cook! So I do know a thing or two about being a 'labourer'.)

To me, the first of May is about First of May, and to the uninitiated, or to the young, is a wonderful Bee Gees song about childhood, family and distant memories.

I found a beautiful video of the song a couple of months ago in You Tube, but now I can't find it anymore, so I can only give you the lyric of this lovely ballad from the Bee Gees.

First of May

When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Dont ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away.

(chorus)
Now we are tall, and christmas trees are small,
And you dont ask the time of day.
But you and i, our love will never die,
But guess well cry come first of may.

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

(chorus...)
When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,
Do do do do do do do do do...
Dont ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away.
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