do seu primeiro album a solo, e nunca verdadeiramente à margem dos van der graaf, 
gostei de recordar hoje este nocturno mais-que-perfeito de peter hammill.

Spring came far too early this year:

May flowers blooming in February.

Should I be sad for the month,

or glad for the sky?

The birds don't know which way to sing

and, my friend,

neither do I.

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved

suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.

Should I sing sad farewell

to things I'm really glad I've left behind?

The birds don't know which way to sing

and, my friend,

neither do I.

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground

and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;

and every creature living now,

then will surely die...

The birds don't know which way to sing

and, my friend,

neither do I.

The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly;

they don't know which way to go

and, my friend,

neither do I.