Listen to Nearly Daffodils here: https://englishteacher.lnk.to/ndetVD

Filmed by: Holly Whitaker @hollyemmw
Edited by: Lily Fontaine

Lyrics:
Mostly it feels like a waste,
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me go back

All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours; Daffodil buds.
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn’t count.

Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils

Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening,
Displacing the new growth
and making everything ugly.

Sometimes I want to make a home on it,
To look between the wheels I’m scared of being under.
I’ve started knitting in the mornings,
I like to hear the birds sing.

Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils

Last night I dreamt
that we lasted
all the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
to the daffodils

Mostly it feels like a waste,
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me

Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils

Last night I dreamt
that we lasted
all the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
to the daffodils
But you can’t make them drink.