a spicy scent upon the evening air

a single sniff can bring back all the pain

all recollection flows into the light

it is not cleansed by either sun or rain

the pace of life does not remove the stain

of who we were nor does it ease our plight

a single sniff can bring back all the pain

so many secrets held within one brain

and just one lie that it is sweet and bright

it is not cleansed by either sun or rain

we hear the song and wish you would refrain

from that bald chorus it does not delight

a single sniff can bring back all the pain

the sweetness vanishes from the old cane

and all the leaves are wilted by a blight

it is not cleansed by either sun or rain

in utter silence we're forced to abstain

from all the things to which we had a right

a single sniff can bring back all the pain

it is not cleansed by either sun or rain