First of May

I love the "First of May", not because it's the feast of St. Joseph or it's the traditional Labor day in many countries or it's a holiday in some places. "First of May" has a touch of sentimentalism. The phrase evokes a certain sadness and melancholy which I cannot explain. Or maybe I could explain it this way...
When I was younger, many years ago, the Bee Gees (yes, that "many years ago") had a song with this title. I loved to hum it. I really liked the melody - so sentimental; but now as I go through the words, I realize that they don't really make much sense... Like, the title is First of May, but the song starts with the words "When I was small and Christmas trees were tall"... or "But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come the first of May". They don't really seem to make sense.
Anyway, the "first of May" reminds me that I am almost in the middle of my life. I've seen many years, without me even realizing it. I've had high hopes and ideals, made both simple and grandiose plans; then I've quite settled down and made peace with the truth that life is more routine than great moments, to stop dreaming and get on with my responsibilities. But somehow the heart asks for something more. I just kind of reject the fact that routine and responsibility are all there is to life.
Yes, the first of May, as a date in the calendar, and as music, relates to that longing in my heart for something better, something deeper, something forever, something that never dies.
Believe it or not, the first of May reminds me of my need of God, Love that never dies.