Not a song but the post and today's sunshine reminded me of a lovely piece of writing here

SPRINGTIME AT THE BOATYARD
Jo Bell

You can keep your cuckoos.
We hear Spring's first song
in the sound of angle-grinders,
brazen as a mating call across the yard:
the saw blades and the welders,
working between weathers
like a nesting bird; and swarf
as bright as daffodils on workshop floors.

You can keep your catkins;
we have rust like pollen on our skins.
We walk between steel shells
and smell the fresh blue boiler suits
of all the coming days,
when warmth will stretch our hulls
and make of summer evenings a shed
for building this year's stories.



Springtime at the boatyard - Jo Bell