Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
I got down from the train at Kew
Crossed the road to catch the bus
To home, the very heart of us...
My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered...