This shyness is a burden to me That makes me feel a sham, That makes me blush so freely Me, a grown-up man. Blushing certainly holds me back,

Oh the ups and downs of it, The swerves and speed of it, Like a boat on the sea That once covered this land, The little country bus

Bright July Moon In blue dusk, In peace momentous, Your influence, Pulling this way and that,

The village church upon the hill Has had its fill Of bodies under slabs so still. A thousand years the tower has sto… Originally was made of wood,

There’s this dread Of living on our own, Of being home alone, Of feeling half-dead. We looked after mum,

The light we see From extinguished stars Travels ever on, free, So that someone On a star, who once looked on,

Our Winter clothes are long undon… The May-blossom has been and gone… So fast the seasons run, And summer’s warmth has just begun… Swallows veering low and high

You cannot know the things I know… For you cannot see them in yoursel… I know the things that make you wh… The things that make you what you… The things that someone looking fr…