her brother's plain to me
another time, another day day day
She was selling plastic flowers
on a sunday afternoon
pickin' up me, she has not got the time to care
all can see, he's not there
she grows up for another man and he's down
JUGBAND BLUES
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
that I'm not here
and I never knew the room could be so big
and I never knew the room could be so blue
and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
and brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wandering who could be writing this song
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothing is mine
and I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter
And the sea isn't green
and I love the queen
and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke
More ‘69
‘69
CIRRUS MINOR
In a churchyard by a river
lazing in the haze of midday
laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird you are not lonely
in singing and in flying on
in laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
waving to the river-daughters
swaying in the ripples and the wreaths
On a trip to Cirrus Minor