That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
First day of the month I drag
My body down the station stairs
Sunny but chilly’s the verdict...
Waterloo to Brentford and back
To an horizon of writhing track
Rain on blue trains laying dust...
