Blue Marbled Elm Trees

Eternal Echoes: Embracing Life's Bittersweet Symphony
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Lyrics

No I shan’t complain if on an April day

Acceptance without complaint even if faced with adversity, specifically the cold winds from Norway in April.

The ice gusts in from Norway

Describing the harshness of the icy winds and its impact on someone’s grieving.

Scours the sun off of your grieving skin

How the chilling wind removes any warmth or comfort from the grieving person's skin.

And as you lay me down to sleep

Preparing for death, being laid to rest.

Under earth two metres deep

Being buried about two meters underground.

Take the stones and the coals from the songs

Asking to take symbolic elements (stones, coals) from the songs to the grave.

You place them at my head you place them at my feet.

Placing the symbolic elements at the head and feet of the deceased.


No I shan’t complain if only a dozen or so

Resilience in not complaining even if only a few loved ones express grief.

Of the loves of my life cannot contain their grief

Recognizing the potential for some loved ones to not express grief.

And they weep real tears from all those wasted years

Implies regrets and wasted time in the lives of loved ones.

And as you lay me under ground take comfort in the knowing

Finding solace in knowing that those grieving have each other.

That they have in each a bitter soul to keep.

Each person grieving holds bitterness or regret within them.


No I shan’t complain

Reiteration of not complaining despite circumstances.

I had the best time laughing with my girls

Reflecting on joyful moments spent with close female friends.

I had the best life offered up

Expressing gratitude for the life lived, considering it the best.

By this blue marble or any alien world

Appreciating life on Earth, considering it the best despite other possible worlds.


No I shan’t complain if the lasting memory of me

Acceptance of potential legacies, especially new life growing from the elm trees.

Is of new life budding in the leaves of the elm trees.

Hopeful reflection on being remembered through new life in nature.


No I shan’t complain.

Final reiteration of the refusal to complain despite circumstances.

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