This the train then, this the seat
Which will carry, which will bear
A tired, loving, longing Pete
Through the damp West London air
To where? To where?
Hard upon the Thames north bank
At Kew Bridge station he’ll descend
Then a night-borne bus he’ll thank
That takes him near his journey’s end
His friend! Loved friend!
Attends him, the lush avenue
Has the glorious house where she
Beautifully makes all things new
To the returning man – who’s he?
It’s me! It’s me!
Kiss and embrace, kind words, a kiss
Again, to make me light with joy.
Such hair, such eyes, such a face – such bliss!
What advice would you give the boy?
ENJOY! ENJOY!