It was the month of May and all the birds were singing
â¨Songs of sadness, songs of pain, a song of my house burning
â¨Future in flames, my heart was aching
I called Miriam and asked if she could hold me
Headed straight for my car with things that I could carry
â¨I went to Miriamâs, itâs not too far, a drive across the cityâ¨
Stayed in her yellow room upstairs, window facing east
â¨Slept all alone in bed, and strange as it seems
I wore the bathrobe he gave me last yearâ¨
And lay with my sorrow hoping love would appear
Eleven days at her house, tears were streamingâ¨
Iâd lay down on her couch and Miriam would hold me
As evening settled in weâd start talkingâ¨
About friendship and our fears and I would play my banjo
Playing and laughing and talking and cryingâ¨
And asking the questions of why does this happen
To me and to you and to everyone over
â¨Again and again and again and again?
It was the month of May this year
My house was burningâ¨
So I went to Miriamâs, just me and my banjo