Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
We’ve said goodbye for what seems long
But I’ll be brave in time between
Although the pickings may be lean...
Let the waving world of leaves
Chatter away at the ends of trees
Let moons turn gold, let come what please...
