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
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
Waterloo to Brentford and back
To an horizon of writhing track
Rain on blue trains laying dust...
