As you'd expect of someone whose other contributions to the album were Festival of Mud and Thank You, this is one gorgeous song. The chorus sounds odd but the lyrics ground it.
On the album tracklist, it's an unassuming prelude to Evening Firefly, the album's long and jammy centerpiece. But lately I've found it nice to put Spring is Here on repeat and play it for an hour or two at a time. It's really soothing.
Come to think of it, this song's gently meditative spirit might make it the earliest stirring of the Hosono who would later bring us Watering a Flower, Mercuric Dance, and Medicine Compilation from the Quiet Lodge.
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Spring is here.
But where is "here" ?
Coming over the mountains
and down through the valleys.
In my old home village.
In the mountains of my home.
In the countryside
I've dreamed about —
the countryside I dream about
no matter how much time goes by.
I'm facing the window
and humming a song.
Yupita iyaio ~
(One year has passed.)
Yupita iyaio ~
(On into the second year.)
Yupita iyaio ~
(Now it's been three years.)
Yupita iyaio ~
(Through the fourth year too.)
[ repeat all of the above, then — ]
The countryside keeps moving
further and further away,
further and further away.
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