Soon the winding counties will
Be lost behind me, motorways
And bending roads, the shopping malls
That look the same in every town
Strange new digs and different beds
Will fade their colours from my mind:
Within my fingers, all moist heat
Of lips’ pressed passion I’ll enjoy
Returning to your warm dear arms
Knowing your nearness, knowing too
I’ll be around, I’ll be around,
All through the days I’ll be around
To love – the places where you are
Or will be soon.