Из альбома: Songs for a Sunday
Blue sky, sunshine, fill up my hall
And leave me the feeling to keep
For when it's dark and I can't see the light at all
And I can't sleep
Songbirds, spitfires swooping in the sky
Well, I don't know that much it's true
But I know that everybody's born to die
And that I love you
Sara, I see you used to like it here
But now there's room on your bench for two
I'll share this quiet place and talk with the trees
About how they miss you
With songs to live by and maintain a heavy heart
There's music for the melancholy soul
But mothers and lovers smiling in the park
Know something you don't
Samuel Taylor, where can you be now
You're not walking your quantock way?
Xanadu and Kubla too are just over the brow
But you're so far away
And I know too we'll join you soon
Under the ground but until that day