Hundreds of dinners are cooking As I walk through the estate, Hundreds of husbands are drinking In the local pubs with their mates… Pork, beef, lamb, and ham,
Oh let there be no sound, Music or conversation, Sweet silence is profound And is a rare occasion While we mourn together
Do not come to me in seeming perfe… Do not insult me so for there is n… Get to know me and you’ll know my… And in such time I’ll get to know… And if encircling each other we fa…
The light we see From extinguished stars Travels ever on, free, So that someone On a star, who once looked on,
Everywhere I go She is not there Everywhere I look She is nowhere Can’t see her anywhere
Lying in bed In the dawn light Covered in gold Imagined effigies Of ourselves to come
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 is a song I long to sing Hidden within me An emerging spring A song of love
When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs
When we had nets on the ends of ca… And jam jars to put the tiddlers i… When we had a sixpence for pocket… And short trousers with pockets to… When we walked through fields to a…
Oh, that I should reach Such depths in words as Pablo Cas… In the musical notes of Bach’s ce… Digging up human emotions, Layer after layer,
'The clocks might stop For you and me, Time is of the essence, Can’t you see?' 'What’s the hurry,
The bookmark is a traveller That goes from book to book, And I’m the great unraveller Attempting to unhook The mysteries of the ages
Gather them in, Those abundant words, Gather them in, And juggle them up and down, And round and round,
Away from the light In the middle of the night I recalled the sight That had given us a fright on our golden wedding anniversary…