Embers glowing on the old log fire
still have to work when you want to retire
the squeaking noise high on the church spire
your needs are great but mine are dire.
The leaves are fallin off the glorious tree
the flowers are missing the bumble bee
the winds are howling in a whistling spree
your coming home soon to be with me.
The meal is ready so just sit down
and take away that solemn frown
you may sink in the water but you will never drown
Long live the King and his well fitted crown.
The day is long but the night is forever
you may think your dumb but I know your clever
when your ready to go or it might be whenever
Your head is intact but some want it to sever.
The grass is green but is it on the other side?
you want to say sorry but you think of your pride
your on the cliff edge its about to subside
I love you my dear will you be my bride?
I want you to be happy there’s no other way
awake from your slumber, face a bright new day
your opinion is precious no one can sway
its made of concrete not out of clay?