It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
I got down from the train at Kew
Crossed the road to catch the bus
To home, the very heart of us...
No one can quite understand
Not young exactly THEN
The wildness of the Sixties...
