You’re as wise as you are pretty 

When you say to me “Let go”

And when I think it a monstrous pity...

The jobs, the seasons, come and go;

It’s sunny, raining, years go by.

You do not age and seem to grow...

In the night I find your hand

Squeeze and feel your pressed reply

The truth of love I understand...

We sit opposite at the table

You have reached your hand to mine

They clasp...

On my bonce to the right of the crown

A hallowed patch on my thatch I trow

‘Tis where your snazzy lips came down...

We all suffer separation

Some more than others – I 

A self-absorbed of long duration...

Summer’s hiding over there – 

Behind the hill, but in your eyes

I see the summer’s dreamy skies...

When time is old I fold my dreams

Within the earth and let them lie

Knowing that nothing’s what it seems...

No one can quite understand 

Not young exactly THEN

The wildness of the Sixties...

I see you solo in the shadowy house

You move from room to room, you stroke a cat

You listen to a tape...