Lyrics:

This Is How The Lucky Feel
how The Blessed Man Think
like A Daybreak In Spring
the Sun On A Spring Morning
like The Flat Brink Of A Cloud
like A Dark Night In Autumn

but How Do I Feel In My Gloomy Depths

this Is How The Lucky Feel
how The Blessed Man Think
like A Daybreak In Spring
like The Flat Brink Of A Cloud
like A Dark Night In Autumn
a Black Winter Day

this Is How The Lucky Feel
how The Blessed Man Think
like A Daybreak In Spring
the Sun On A Spring Morning
like The Flat Brink Of A Cloud
like A Dark Night In Autumn
a Black Winter Day
no Darker Than That
gloomier Than An Autumn Night

a Black Winter Day