Black March Lyrics - Kenny Wheeler

I have a friend 

At the end 

Of the world. 

His name is a breath 

Of fresh air. 

He is dressed in 

Grey chiffon. At least 

I think it is chiffon. 

It has a 

Peculiar look, like smoke. 

It wraps him round 

It blows out of place 

It conceals him 

I have not seen his face. 

But I have seen his eyes, they are 

As pretty and bright 

As raindrops on black twigs 

In March, and heard him say: 

I am a breath 

Of fresh air for you, a change 

By and by. 

Black March I call him 

Because of his eyes 

Being like March raindrops 

On black twigs. 

(Such a pretty time when the sky 

Behind black twigs can be seen 

Stretched out in one 

Uninterrupted 

Cambridge blue as cold as snow.) 

But this friend 

Whatever new names I give him 

Is an old friend. He says: 

Whatever names you give me 

I am 

A breath of fresh air, 

A change for you.