You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Dancing Along the Footpaths
My girl and me we have it all
In this wet and tired year...
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
